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On a waDrm summer's evenin' on a G/Dtrain bound for Dnowhere,
ID met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep. A
So wDe took turns a starin' out the wiG/Dndow at the darknDess
'til bG/Doredom overtook uDs, aAnd he began to speak. D
He said, "SDon, I've made a life out of rG/Deadin' people's facDes,
and knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyAes.
And if yoDu don't mind my sayin', I can G/Dsee you're out of acDes.
For a tG/Daste of your whiDskey I'll gAive you some advDice."
So I hanDded him my bottle and he drGank down my last swaDllow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a liAght.
And the niDght got deathly quiet, and his faGce lost all exprDession.
Said, "If you're goGnna play the gaDme, boy, ya gotta leAarn to play it right. D
You got to kDnow when to hold 'eGm, know when Dto fold 'em,
Gknow when to walDk away and know when to rAun.
You never coDunt EmyouAr moDney when you're siGttin' at the taDble.
There'll be tiGme enough for couDntin' Awhen the dealin's dDone.
EbEv'ry gambler knows that the secAbret to surviEbvin'
is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keBbep.
'Cause Ebev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry Abhand's a losEber,
and the Abbest that you can hEbope for is to diBbe in your sleEbep."
AnEbd when he'd finished speakin', hAbe turned back towards the wiEbndow,
crushed out his cigarette and faded off to slBbeep.
EbAnd somewhere in the darkness thAbe gambler, he brokEbe even.
BEbut in his final words I found anAb ace that I could Ebkeep.
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