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The Gambler
           
         
        
        
          On a warm summer's evenin' 
On a train bound for no where 
I met up with the gambler 
We were both too tired to sleep 
So we took turns a starning' 
Out the window at the darkness 'Til boredom over took us 
And he began to speak 
He said son 
I've made life 
Out of readin' people's faces 
And knowin' what their 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 some advice 
So I handed him my bottle 
And he drank down my last swallow 
Then he bummed a cigarette 
And asked me for a light 
And the night got deathly quiet 
And his face lost all expression 
Said if you're gonna play the game boy 
Ya gotta learn to play it right 
You got to know when to hold 'em 
Know when to fold 'em know when to walk away 
And know when to run 
You never count your money 
When you're sittin' at the table 
There'll be time 'nough for countin' when the dealin's done 
Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin' 
Is knowin' what to throw away 
And knowin' what to keep 'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser 
And the best that you can hope for 
Is to die in your sleep 
And when he'd finish speakin' 
He turned back towards the window 
Crushed out his cigarette 
And faded off to sleep and somewhere in the darkness 
The gambler he broken even 
But in his final words I found an ace that 
I could keep you got to know when to hold 'em 
Know when to fold 'em know when to walk away 
And know when to run 
You never count your money 
When you're sittin' at the table 
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done you got to know when to hold 'em 
Know when to fold 'em know when to walk away 
And know when to run 
You never count your money 
When you're sittin' at the table 
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done you got to know when to hold 'em 
Know when to fold 'em know when to walk away 
And know when to run 
You never count your money 
When you're sittin' at the table 
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done