| On a warm summer’s evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,
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| I met up with the gambler; |
| we were both too tired to sleep.
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| So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
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| 'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
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| He said, «Son, I’ve made my life out of readin' people’s faces,
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| And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
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| so if you don’t mind my sayin', I can see you’re out of aces.
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| For a taste of your whiskey I’ll 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 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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| Said, «If you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
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| You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
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| Know when to walk away and 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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| now Ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
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| Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
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| 'Cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
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| And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."
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| so when he’d finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,
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| Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
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| And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
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| But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
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| You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
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| Know when to walk away and 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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| chrousx3 |