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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a summer's evenin',
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We both too tired to sleep.
So we took a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank my swallow.
he bummed a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now gambler knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We both too tired to sleep.
So we took a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank my swallow.
he bummed a cigarette
And me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're gonna play the game, boy,
You gotta learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
Now gambler knows
The to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And he finished speakin',
He turned back toward the window,
out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to away,
Know when to run.
You never count money
you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
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