| On the warm summer’s eve on a train bound for nowhere
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| I met up with a gambler we were both too tired to sleep
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| So we took turns starin' out window at the darkness
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| Till boredom overtook us and he commenced to speak
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| He said son I made a life out of readin' people’s faces
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| And knowin' what the cards were by the way they held their eyes
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| And if you don’t mind my sayin' I can see you’re out of aces
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| And for a taste of your whiskey I would give you some advice
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| So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow
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| Then he’d bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light
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| And the night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expression
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| He said if you gonna play the game boy you gotta learn to play it right
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| You gotta know when to hold up know when to fold up
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| Know when to walk away know when to run
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| You never count your money when you’re sittin' at the table
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| There’ll be time enough for countin' when the dealin’s done
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| He said every gambler knows that the secret to survival
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| Is knowin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep |
| Cause every hand’s a winner and every hand’s a loser
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| And the best you can hope for is to die in your sleep
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| When he finished speaking he turned back to the window
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| Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep
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| Somewhere in the darkness the gambler he broke even
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| In his final words I found an ace that I could keep
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| You gotta know when to hold…
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| You gotta know when to hold…
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| There’ll be time enough for countin' when the dealin’s done |