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On a warm summer's evenin'
I met up with the gambler;
So we took turns a starin'
'Til boredom overtook us
He said, 'Son, I've made a life
And knowin' what their cards were
So if you don't mind my sayin'
For a taste of your whiskey
So I handed him my bottle
Then he bummed a cigarette
And the night got deathly quiet
Said, 'If you're gonna play the game, boy
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to walk away
You never count your money
There'll be time enough for countin'
Ev'ry gambler knows
Is knowin' what to throw away..
Cause ev'ry hand's a winner
And the best that you can hope for
And when he'd finished speakin'
Crushed out his cigarette
And somewhere in the darkness
But in his final words I found
You got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to walk away and
You never count your money
There'll be time enough for countin'