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On a warm summers evening
On a train bound for nowhere
i met up with the gambler, we were both too tired to sleep,
So we took turns in staring at the window at the darkness
until boredom overtook us and he began to speek.
said son i've made a life out of reading peoples faces,
Knowing what the cards were by the way they held their eyes,
And if you dont mind me saying,
I can see youre 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
He bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
Now every gambler knows that the secret to surving is knowing what
to throw away and knowing what to keep
You never count your money when youre sitting at the table, there'll
be time enough to count it when the dealings done
the night got desperate quite
and his face lost all expression
He quenches out his cigarrette and faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler, he broke even,
And in his final words
I found an Ace that I could keep.
got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold them
Know what to throw away
And know what to keep
You never count your money
When youre sitting at the table
There'll be time enough to count it
When the Dealings done.