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 their 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
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 gotta know when to hold her
Know when to falter
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
Every gambler knows that the secret to surviving
Is knowing what to throw away 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
When he finished speaking
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 gotta know when to hold them
Know when to fold them
Know when to walk away
Knowing 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 know when to hold on
Know when to fall down
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 in
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
Party Tyme
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