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On the warm summer's eve on a train bound for nowhereI met up with a gambler we were both too tired to sleepSo we took turns starin' out window at the darknessTill boredom overtook us and he commenced to speakHe said son I made a life out of readin' people's facesAnd knowin' what the cards were by the way they held their eyesAnd if you don't mind my sayin' I can see you're out of acesAnd for a taste of your whiskey I would give you some adviceSo I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallowThen he'd bummed a cigarette and asked me for a lightAnd the night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expressionHe said if you gonna play the game boy you gotta learn to play it rightyou gotta know when to hold up know when to fold upKnow when to walk away know when to runyou never count your money when you're sittin' at the tableThere'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done[ guitar ]He said every gambler knows that the secret to survivalIs knowin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keepCause every hand's a winner and every hand's a loserAnd the best you can hope for is to die in your sleepWhen he finished speaking he turned back to the windowCrushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleepSomewhere in the darkness the gambler he broke evenIn his final words I found an ace that I could keepYou gotta know when to hold...You gotta know when to hold...There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done <-- Previous | Next -->
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