On a warm summer's 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.

When boredom overtook us,

He began to speak.



He said, "Son, I've made a life

Out of readin' people's faces.

Knowin' what the cards were

By the way they held their eyes.

So if you don't 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,

nd 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 faced lost all expression.

He said, "If

You're gonna play the game, boy,

You gotta learn to play it right."



You've 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 sittin' at the table.

here'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin's done.



Every gambler knows

That the secret to survivin'

Is knowin' what to throw away

And knowin' what to keep.

'Cause every hand's a winner

And every hand's a loser

And the best that you can hope for

Is to die in your sleep."



And when he finished speakin',

He turned back toward the window,

Crushed out his cigarette

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.



You've 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 sittin' at the table.

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin's done.



You've 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 sittin' at the table.

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin's done