On a warm summers evening, On a train bound for nowhere. I met up with a gambler, We were both too tired to sleep. So we took turns a-starin', Out the window at the darkness, Till boredom overtook us, And he began to speak. He said, "Son I've made a life," "Out of readin' people's faces." "And 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, 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," "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." "Every gambler knows," "That the secret to survivin'," "Is knowing what to throw away," "And knowing 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, Faded off to sleep. And somewhere in the darkness, The Gambler he broke even. But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep. 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 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 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. |
첫댓글 THE GAMBLER
On a warm summers evening, On a train bound for nowhere. I met up with a gambler, We were both too tired to sleep. So we took turns a-starin', Out the window at the darkness,
Till boredom overtook us, And he began to speak. He said, "Son I've made a life,"
"Out of readin' people's faces." "And 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."
THE GAMBLER
"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 aske
Till boredom overtook us, And he began to speak. He said, "Son I've made a life,"
"Out of readin' people's faces." "And 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, And he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette, And aske