C The Gambler, Kenny Rogers
On a warm summer’s evenin’, 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
‘Til the boredom overtook us, And he began to speak
He said, “Son, I’ve made a life, Out of readin’ people’s faces
Knowin’ what the cards were, By the way they held their eyes
So if you don’t mind me 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 faced lost all expression
He said, “If you’re gonna play the game, boy, You gotta learn to play it right
You’ve 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
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 toward 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
