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                                                              
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."                                                                                
                                                                                                        
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    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