"Gambler, The" by Kenny Rogers

On a warm summers evenin, on a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.  We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin out the window at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us, he began to speak.

He said, Son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces.
Knowin what the cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey, Ill 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 faced lost all
expression.
He said, If youre gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn
to play it right.

Youve 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 when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.

Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowin what to keep.
Cause every hands a winner and every hands 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.
And in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

Youve 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 when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.

Repeat twice