About twenty years ago
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with The Gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns staring
Through the window at the darkness
Until boredom overtook us
And he commenced to speak
He said, Son, I've made a life
Out of reading people's faces
And knowing what their cards were
By the way they held their eyes
And if you don't mind my saying
I would say you're out of aces
And for one taste of your whiskey
I will give you some advice
So I handed him my bottle
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
Then he bummed a light
The night got deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
He said, If you're going to play the game, boy
You better learn to play it right
Because every gambler knows
That the secret to survival
Is knowing what to throw away
And knowing what to keep
And every hand's a winner
Just like every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep
You've got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold them
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You don't ever count your money
While you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing is done
You've got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold them
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You don't ever count your money
While you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing is done
And when he finished speaking
He turned back toward the window
Put out his cigarette
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've got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold them
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You don't ever count your money
While you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing is done
You've got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold them
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You don't ever count your money
While you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing is done
You've got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold them
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You don't ever count your money
While you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing is done
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