Loser-Kenny Rogers

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 'Till boredom overtook us, and he began to speak He said, "son, I've made my life out of readin' people's faces And knowin' what their 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, ya 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 Now ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin' Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep 'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and every hand's a loser And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep" So when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window Crushed out his cigarette and 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