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
til boredom overtook us,
and he began to speak.
He said, son, I've made a life
out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin' what their cards were
by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont 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 dealins done.
Now every gambler knows
that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away
and knowing what to keep.
Cause evry 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'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.
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comYou 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 dealins done.