gambler by kenny rogers

gambler by kenny rogers by InternetLord 2013/01/31 19:32
On a warm summer's evenin' 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 my 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 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 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
dealin's done.
Now Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to
survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to
keep.
'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a
loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your
sleep."
So when he'd 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
dealin's done.
Chrousx3