The Gambler (Kenny Rogers) every hand's a loser, And the best that you can
hope for is to die in your sleep.
On a warm summer's evening, on a train bound for
nowhere I met up with a gambler, we were both And when he finished speaking, he turned back
too tired to sleep, So we took turns a-staring toward the window, Crushed out his cigarette,
at the window at the darkness, The boredom faded off to sleep. And somewhere in the
overtook us, and he began to speak. darkness, the gambler he broke even, But in his
final words I found and ace that I could keep.
He said, "Son, I've made a life out of reading
people's faces, Knowing what the cards were by [chorus]
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
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 got to know when to hold 'em, know
when to fold 'em, 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.
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