Kenny Rogers

Gambler

On a warm summers evening, on a train train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gmabler, we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us and he began to speak.

He said „Son i made a life out of readin peoples faces
Knowin what the cards were
By the way they held they’re 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 ask 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
You gotta learn to play it right

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You got to know when to hold ‚em
Know when to fold them
Know when to walk away
A Know when to run
You never count you’re money
When you’re sitttin‘ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin‘
When the dealin’s done

Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away
An knowin what to keep
So every hand’s a winner
And evry 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 toward the window
Crushed out his cigarette
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler he broke even
And in his final word I found
An ace that I could keep

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