Kenny Rogers - The Gambler (6.04 Weekend At Bobbys) | Текст песни

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• The Gambler (6.04 Weekend At Bobbys)

On a warm summer's evening
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
A boredom overtook us
And he began to speak

He said, son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces
And knowin' what their 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 deathly quiet
And his face lost all expression
Said, If you're gonna play the game, boy
Ya gotta learn to play it right

You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done

Now ev'ry gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowing what to keep
'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner
And ev'ry hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep

So when he'd finished speakin'
He turned back towards 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

You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done

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