The Gambler

Kenny Rogers

The Gambler (Original Version)

On a warm summer's evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep

So we took turns at staring
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 reading people's faces
And knowing what their cards were by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my saying 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 righ''

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 sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting when the dealing's done

Now every gambler knows
That the secret to surviving
Is knowing what to throw away
And knowing 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

So when he'd finished speaking
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

Chorus x2


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