On a warm summer's evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a starin'
Out the window at the darkness
Till boredom over took us
And he began to speak
He said son I've made a life
Out of readin' people's faces
And knowin' what the 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 deftly quiet
And his face lost all expression
Said if you're gonna play the game boy
You gotta learn to play it right
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
Every gamb
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