|
|
|
| - |
|
|
I met up with a gambler We were both too tired to sleep So we took turns a-staring Out the window at the darkness 'Til boredom overtook us And he began to speak Knowing what the cards were By 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" 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" |
|
|
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 dealing's done |
|
|
Is knowing what to throw away 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 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 |
|
|
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 dealing's done |
|
|
|
- |