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Busy Signal "The Gambler" - Official Visual [Reggae's Gone Country] - Kenny Rogers Rendition
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Busy Signal
Busy Signal
Interprète
Dean Fraser
Dean Fraser
Chœurs
Duane Stephenson
Duane Stephenson
Chœurs
Aeion Hoilett
Aeion Hoilett
Basse
Oral Brown
Oral Brown
Batterie
Jonathan Yudkin
Jonathan Yudkin
Violon folklorique
Carol McLaughlin
Carol McLaughlin
Claviers
Robbie Lyn
Robbie Lyn
Claviers
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Pedal steel guitar
Denver Smith
Denver Smith
Percussion
Chris Chin
Chris Chin
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Don Schlitz
Don Schlitz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dean Fraser
Dean Fraser
Production
Errol Brown
Errol Brown
Ingénierie de mixage
Shane Brown
Shane Brown
Ingénierie de mixage
Charlie Pennachio
Charlie Pennachio
Production
Chris Chin
Chris Chin
Ingénierie de prise de son
Cristy Barber
Cristy Barber
Production
John Rich
John Rich
Production
Raymond Barber
Raymond Barber
Production
Carlos Allwood
Carlos Allwood
Ingénierie de prise de son
Greg Morris
Greg Morris
Ingénierie de prise de son
Michael Howell
Michael Howell
Ingénierie de prise de son
Roland McDermott
Roland McDermott
Ingénierie de prise de son
Romel Marshall
Romel Marshall
Ingénierie de prise de son
Sean Giovanni
Sean Giovanni
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

The Gambler Hmm, oh, hmm, hmm, oh, yeah... hothead! On a warm summer's evenin' On a train bound for nowhere I met up with the gambler We were both too tired to sleep So we took turns to 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 knowing what their cards were by the way they held their eyes So if you don't mind me saying, I can see you're out of aces For the taste of your whisky, I'll give you some advice So I handed him my bottle, and he drank down my last swallow And he bummed a cigarette, and asked me for a light And the night dark gettin' quiet, and his face lost all expression Said if you gonna play the game boy, you gotta learn to play it right You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away, know when to run You never count your money while sittin' at the table There will be time enough for counting when the deal is done Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin' Is knowing what to throw in and knowing what to keep 'Cause every hand's a winner, and every hands a looser And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep And when he finished speaking He turned back towards the window Crushed down his cigarette, faded off to sleep And somewhere in the darkness, the Gambler, he broke even But in his final words I found a message I could keep You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away, know when to run You never count your money while sittin' at the table There will be time enough for counting when the deal is done You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away, know when to run You never count your money while sittin' at the table There will be time enough for counting when the deal is done You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away, know when to run You never count your money while sittin' at the table There will be time enough for counting when the deal is done
Writer(s): Don Schlitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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