Kenny Rogers - The Gambler,

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On a warm summer's evening 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 staring out the window at the darkness 
     
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Till boredom overtook us  and he began to speak 
  
                                    
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He said Son I've made a life out of reading people's faces 
                                                             
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And knowing what their cards were by the way they held their eyes 
       
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And if you don't mind my saying 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 
         
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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 sitting at the table 
                 
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There'll be time enough for counting when the dealings done 
  
                             
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Every gambler knows that the secret to surviving 
                                                  
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Is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep 
      
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Cause every hand's a winner and every 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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And when he'd finished speaking 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 sitting at the table 
                 
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There'll be time enough for counting when the dealings done