The Gambler (3) On a warm summer's evening On a train bound for nowhere I met up with a gambler 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've made a life Out of readin' people's faces An' 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 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, You gotta learn to play it right!" Cho: You gotta 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. "Every gambler knows That the secret to survivin' Is knowin' what to throw away 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'd finished speakin' He turned back toward the window Crushed out his cigarette 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. JY
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