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@LENGL@TTHE GAMBLER@TKenny Rogers
On a warm summers evening, I met up with a gambler, So we took turns starin' Boredom over took us He said, son I've made a life and knowin' what their cards were So if you don't mind my sayin' For a taste of your whiskey, So I handed him my bottle, Then he bummed a cigarette, And the night got deathly quiet, Said, if you're gonna play the game boy, You got to know when to hold 'em, and when to walk away, You never count your money, There'll be time enough for countin', Ev'ry gambler knows that the Is knowin' what to throw away 'Cos ev'ry hands a winner, And the best you can hope for, And when he'd finished speakin' Crushed out his cigarette, And somewhere in the darkness, But in his final words, You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to walk away, You never count your money, There'll be time enough for countin', You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to walk away, You never count your money, There'll be time enough for countin', You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to walk away, You never count your money, There'll be time enough for countin', |
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