January 9, 2021 | Leave a comment On a warm summer’s eveningOn a train bound for nowhereI met up with a gamblerWe were both too tired to sleepSo we took turns a-starin’Out the window at the darknessThe boredom overtook usAnd he began to speak He said, “Son, I’ve made a lifeOut of readin’ people’s facesAnd knowin’ what the cards wereBy the way they held their eyes.So if you don’t mind my sayin’I can see you’re out of acesFor a taste of your whiskeyI’ll give you some advice.” So I handed him my bottleAnd he drank down my last swallowThen he bummed a cigaretteAnd asked me for a lightAnd the night got deathly quietAnd his face lost all expressionSaid, “If you’re gonna play the game, boy,You 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 moneyWhen you’re sittin’ at the table.There’ll be time enough for countin’When the dealing’s done. Every gambler knowsThat the secret to survivin’Is knowin’ what to throw awayAnd knowin’ what to keep.‘Cause every hand’s a winner,And every hand’s a loser,And the best that you can hope forIs to die in your sleep.” And when he finished speakin’He turned back toward the windowCrushed out his cigaretteAnd faded off to sleepAnd somewhere in the darknessThe gambler he broke evenAnd in his final wordsI found an ace that I could keep You got to know when to hold ’emKnow when to fold ’emKnow when to walk awayAnd know when to runYou never count your moneyWhen you’re sittin’ at the tableThere’ll be time enough for countin’When the dealing’s done You’ve got to know when to hold ’em(When to hold ’em)Know when to fold ’em(When to fold ’em)Know when to walk awayAnd know when to runYou never count your moneyWhen you’re sittin’ at the tableThere’ll be time enough for countin’When the dealing’s done You got to know when to hold ’emKnow when to fold ’emKnow when to walk awayAnd know when to runYou never count your moneyWhen you’re sittin’ at the tableThere’ll be time enough for countin’When the dealing’s done On a warm summer’s eveningOn a train bound for nowhereI met up with a gamblerWe were both too tired to sleepSo we took turns a-starin’Out the window at the darknessThe boredom overtook usAnd he began to speak He said, “Son, I’ve made a lifeOut of readin’ people’s facesAnd knowin’ what the cards wereBy the way… Read More