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