Written by Don Schlitz
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis
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On a warm summer's evenin', 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 a-starin' out the window at the darkness,
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'til boredom over-took us and he be-gan to speak.
He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,
Knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes,
So if you don't mind me 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 deathly quiet and his face lost all expression,
"If you're gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn to play it right".
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You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
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Know when to walk a-way and know when to run,
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And you never count your money when you're sittin' at the table,
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There'll be time e-nough for counting when the dealin's done.
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Now every gambler knows that the secret to survivin',
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep,
'cause every hand's a winner and every hand's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
And when he finished speakin' he turned back toward the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and 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.
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