The Gambler

Eb ( C Capo 3)
Kenny Rogers

The Gambler
 

C                               F               C
On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere
                                                   G7
I met up with the gambler we were both too tired to sleep
  C                               F             C
So we took turns a staring out the window at the darkness
    F                C   G7              C
Till boredom overtook us  and he began to speak



                                   F                C
He said Son I've made a life out of reading people's faces
                                                            G7
And knowing what their cards were by the way they held their eyes
      C                              F                 C
And if you don't mind my saying I can see you're out of aces
     F             C            G7            C
For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice



                                F                  C
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow
                                             G7
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light
       C                               F               C
And the night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expression
              F                   C             G7               C
Said if you're gonna play the game boy  ya gotta learn to play it right


Chorus
                                 F            C
You got to know when to hold 'em  know when to fold 'em
F            C                          G7
know when to walk away and know when to run
         C                            F              C
You never count your money when you're sitting at the table
                F          C        G7                C
There'll be time enough for counting when the dealings done



                            F             C
Every gambler knows that the secret to surviving
                                                 G7
Is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep
     C                         F              C
Cause every hand's a winner and every hand's a loser
       F                 C              G7          C
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep



                                  F                       C
And when he'd finished speaking he turned back towards the window
                                          G7
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep
   C                             F                C
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler he broke even
   F            C                G7               C
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep
 

Chorus