The Gambler - Kenny Rogers

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[Verse 1]
(add9 to the E on every 3rd beat throughout 1st 2 verses)
             
On a warm summ

              
er's evenin' o

           
n a train boun

       
d for nowhere,
             
I met up with 

              
the gambler; w

              
e were both to

           
o tired to sle

ep.
             
So we took tur

              
ns a starin' o

           
ut the window 

        
at the darknes

s
           
'til boredom o

           
vertook us, an

              
d he began to 

 
speak.

[Verse 2]
(Bass in)
             
He said, "Son,

              
 I've made a l

           
ife out of rea

              
din' people's 


faces,
              
and knowin' wh

              
at their cards

              
 were by the w

              
ay they held t

     
heir eyes.
             
And if you don

              
't mind my say

           
in', I can see

              
 you're out of

 
 aces.
           
For a taste of

             
 your whiskey 

            
I'll give you 

     
some advice."

Verse 3: (strumming starts)
             
So I handed hi

              
m my bottle an

             
d he drank dow

          
n my last swal

low.
              
Then he bummed

              
 a cigarette a

              
nd asked me fo

    
r a light.
             
And the night 

              
got deathly qu

             
iet, and his f

              
ace lost all e

   
xpression.
              
Said, "If you'

             
re gonna play 

             
the game, boy,

            
 ya gotta lear

             
n to play it r

ight.

[Chorus]
             
You got to kno

              
w when to hold

             
 'em, know whe

     
n to fold 'em,
            
know when to w

              
alk away and k

            
now when to ru

n.
             
You never coun

            
t your money w

             
hen you're sit

            
tin' at the ta

ble.
             
There'll be ti

             
me enough for 

           
countin' when 

             
the dealin's d

one.

[Verse 4]
(Key change)
             
Ev'ry gambler 

              
knows that the

            
 secret to sur

  
vivin'
              
is knowin' wha

              
t to throw awa

              
y and knowing 

        
what to keep.
             
'Cause ev'ry h

              
and's a winner

            
 and ev'ry han

       
d's a loser,
            
and the best t

             
hat you can ho

              
pe for is to d

           
ie in your sle

ep."

[Verse 5]
             
And when he'd 

              
finished speak

            
in', he turned

              
 back towards 

     
the window,
              
crushed out hi

              
s cigarette an

              
d faded off to

 
 sleep.
             
And somewhere 

              
in the darknes

            
s the gambler,

           
 he broke even

.
            
But in his fin

             
al words I fou

            
nd an ace that

          
 I could keep.

[Chorus]
             
You got to kno

              
w when to hold

            
 'em, know whe

      
n to fold 'em,
            
know when to w

             
alk away and k

             
now when to ru


n.
             
You never coun

           
t your money w

            
hen you're sit

             
tin' at the ta

ble.
             
There'll be ti

            
me enough for 

           
countin' when 

              
the dealin's d

 
one.

N.C.
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 money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

             
You got to kno

              
w when to hold

            
 'em, know whe

      
n to fold 'em,
            
know when to w

             
alk away and k

             
now when to ru


n.
             
You never coun

           
t your money w

            
hen you're sit

             
tin' at the ta

ble.
             
There'll be ti

            
me enough for 

           
countin' when 

              
the dealin's d

 
one.

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