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busy signal - the gambler lyrics

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[intro:]
the gambler
hot head!
hmm… ohhh… hmmhmm… ohh… yeeeah
hott ed!

[verse 1:]
on a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere
i met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to sleep
so we took turns a starin’ out the window at the darkness
’til boredom overtook us and he began to 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 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
you gotta learn to play it right”

[chours:]
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 dealing’s done

[verse 2:]
every gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep
cause every hand’s a winner and every hand’s a loser
and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep

and when he 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

[chours:]
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 dealing’s done

[chours:]
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 dealing’s done

[chours:]
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 dealing’s done

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