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The Gambler Kenny Rogers
On a [F]warm summer's evening on a t[Bb]rain bound for [F]nowhere
I [Bb]met up with a [F]gambler. We were both too tired to [C]sleep.
So [F]we took turns a starin' out the [Bb]window at the [F]darkness
till [Bb]boredom overt[F]ook us and [C7]he began to [F]speak.
He said, "Son, I've made a 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 doen 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, you gotta learn to play it
right."
CHORUS:
"You got to [F]know when to hold 'em,[Bb] know when to fo[F]ld 'em.
[Bb]Know when to [F]walk away and know when to [C]run.
You never [F]count [Bb]your [F]money when you're [Bb]sittin' at the ta[F]ble.
Ther'll be [Bb]time enough for [F]countin'[C7] when the dealin's [F]done."
"Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep.
'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner, and ev'ry hand's a loser.
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."
And when he'd finished speakin' he turned back toward the window.
Crushed ou 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.
(to chorus:)
Well, there it is.
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[--]"...a good point there, after all, he was the Walrus. I could be the
Walrus, I'd still have to bum rides off of people."
Ferris Bueller
neil-mardis@augustana.edu
From: Michael.C.Egan.4@nd.edu (Mike Egan)
suggests moving the whole thing up a step (starting on a G)
and moving up a further step at
[A]"Every gambler knows that the [D]secret to sur[A]vivin'
Is [D]knowin' what to [A]throw away and knowin' what to [E]keep
'Cause [A]every hand's a winner, and [D]every hand's a [A]loser
And the [D]best that you can [A]hope for is to [E7]die in your [A]sleep."
[A]And when he finished speakin' he [D]turned back toward the [A]window
[D]Crushed out his [A]cigarette and faded off to [E]sleep
And s[A]omewhere in the darkness, the [D]gambler he broke [A]even
But in [D]his final words [A]I found an [E7]ace that I could [A]keep
[A]"You got to know when to hold 'em, [D]know when to [A]fold 'em
[D]Know when to [A]walk away, and know when to [E]run
You never [A]count your money when you're [D]sittin' at the t[A]able
There'll be [D]time enough for [A]countin' [E7]when the dealin's [A]done."
Date: Sun, 02 Oct 1994 12:35:15 -0400 (EDT)
From: Alex Rudd
"The Gambler" - by Kenny Rogers (1977)
Words and Music by Don Schlitz
SIMPed by Alex Rudd - ahrjj@cunyvm.cuny.edu
Chords:
[A] [D] [Em/A] [G] [G/D]
E ---0------2------0------3------3----| B ---2------3------0------0------0----| G ---2------2------0------0------0----| D ---2------0------2------0------0----| A ---0-------------0------5------2----| E ------------------------5------0----|
Capo 1st Fret
(In a moderate country half-time)
On a [D]warm summer's evenin' on a [G/D]train bound for [D]nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to [A]sleep.
So [D]we took turns a starin' out the [G/D]window at the [D]darkness
'til [G/D]boredom overtook [D]us, [A]and he began to [D]speak.
He said, [D]"Son, I've made a life out of [G/D]readin' people's [D]faces,
and knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their [A]eyes.
And if [D]you don't mind my sayin', I can [G/D]see you're out of [D]aces.
For a [G/D]taste of your [D]whiskey I'll [A]give you some [D]advice."
So I [D]handed him my bottle and he [G]drank down my last [D]swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a [A]light.
And the [D]night got deathly quiet, and his [G]face lost all expr[D]ession.
Said, "If you're [G]gonna play the game, [D]boy, ya gotta [A]learn to play it [D]right.
You got to [D]know when to hold 'em,[G] know when to [D]fold 'em,
[G]know when to [D]walk away and know when to [A]run.
You never [D]count [Em/A]your [D]money when you're [G]sittin' at the [D]table.
There'll be time [G]enough for [D]countin' [A]when the dealin's [D]done.
(Slide capo to 2nd fret)
[D]Ev'ry gambler knows that the [G]secret to surv[D]ivin'
is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to [A]keep.
'Cause [D]ev'ry hand's a winner and [G]ev'ry hand's a [D]loser,
and the [G]best that you can [D]hope for is to [A]die in your [D]sleep."
And [D]when he'd finished speakin', he [G]turned back towards the [D]window,
crushed out his cigarette and faded off to [A]sleep.
And [D]somewhere in the darkness the [G]gambler, he broke [D]even.
But [G]in his final [D]words I found an [A]ace that I could [D]keep.
You got to [D]know when to hold 'em,[G] know when to [D]fold 'em,
[G]know when to [D]walk away and know when to [A]run.
You never [D]count [Em/A]your [D]money when you're [G]sittin' at the [D]table.
There'll be time [G]enough for [D]countin' [A]when the dealin's [D]done.
(Repeat chorus once and end)
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