A D A On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere A E I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to speak A D A So we took turns a-starin' out the window at the darkness D A E7 A 'Til boredom overtook us and he began to speak. He said, Son, I've made a life out of reading people's faces And knowing what their cards were by the way they held their eyes And if you don't mind my saying I would say you're out of aces And for one taste of your whiskey I will give you some advice So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow Then he bummed a cigarette then he bummed a light The night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expression He said, If you're going to play the game, boy, you better learn to play it right Because every gambler knows that the secret to survival Is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep And every hand's a winner just like every hand's a loser And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep Chorus: A D A You got to know when to hold 'em, Know when to fold 'em, D A E Know when to walk away And know when to run. A D A You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table; D A E A There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done. - x2 And when he finished speakin', he turned back toward 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. Chorus - x3 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E E7 |