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The Gambler - text

On a warm summer´s evenin´on a train bound for nowhere
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with The Gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a starin'
out the window at the darkness
'Til boredom overtook us
And he began to speak

He said, 'Son, I've made a 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 for me a light
And the night got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
said, 'If you're gonna play the game, boy
You 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 enough for countin'
When the dealing' s done

Every gambler knows
That the secret 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 that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.

And when he finished speakin'
He turned back towards the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler he broke 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 dealing' s done

You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You don't ever count your money
While you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealing' 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 dealing' 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 dealing' s done

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