Álbum: The Gambler (1978)
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+ (F4)- (F2)[Intro] D G D G
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On a warm summer's evenin'
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on a train bound for nowhere
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I met up with the gambler
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we were both too tired to sleep
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So we took turns a starin'
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out the window at the darkness
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'til boredom overtook us
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and he began to speak
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He said, "Son, I've made my life
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out of readin' people's faces
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and knowin' what their cards were
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by the way they held their eyes
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And if you don't mind my sayin'
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I can see you're out of aces
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For a taste of your whiskey
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I'll give you some advice"
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So I handed him my bottle
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and he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a cigarette
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and asked me for a light
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And the night got deathly quiet,
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and his face lost all expression
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Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy
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ya gotta learn to play it right
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You got to know when to hold 'em
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know when to fold 'em
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know when to walk away
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and know when to run
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You never count your money
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when you're sittin' at the table
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There'll be time enough for countin'
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when the dealin's done
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Every gambler knows
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that the secret to survivin'
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is knowin' what to throw away
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and knowing what to keep
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'Cause every hand's a winner
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and every hand's a loser
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and the best that you can hope for
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is to die in your sleep"
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And when he'd finished speakin'
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he turned back towards the window
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crushed out his cigarette
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and faded off to sleep
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And somewhere in the darkness
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the gambler, he broke even
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But in his final words I found
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an ace that I could keep
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