On a warm summer's evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a staring
Out the window at the darkness
Till boredom overtook us
And he began to speak
He said son I've made a life
Out of reading people's faces
And knowing what the cards were
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my saying
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
And 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 you gotta learn to play it right
You got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold em
Know when to walk away
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 dealing's done
Every gambler knows that the secret to surviving
Is knowing what to throw away and knowing 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
You got to know when to hold
Know when to follow
Know when to walk away
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 dealing's done
You got to know when to hold them
When to hold them
Know when to fold them
When to fold them
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing's done
You got to know when to hold
Know when to fall
Know when to walk away
Nowhere to run
You never count your money
When you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting
When the deal is done