The Gambler - Kenny Rogers
Intro:
[G] [G] [G]
Verse 1:
On a [G] warm summer's evenin' on a [C] train bound for [G] nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to [D] sleep.
So [G] we took turns a starin' out the [C] window at the [G] darkness
'til [C] boredom over [G] took us, [D] and he began to [G] speak.
Verse 2:
He said, [G] "Son, I've made a life out of [C] readin' people's [G] faces,
And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their [D] eyes.
And if [G] you don't mind my sayin', I can [C] see you're out of [G] aces.
For a [C] taste of your [G] whiskey I'll [D] give you some [G] advice."
Verse 3:
So I [G] handed him my bottle and he [C] drank down my last [G] swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a [D] light.
And the [G] night got deathly quiet, and his [C] face lost all ex[G]pression.
Said, "If you're [C] gonna play the [G] game, boy, ya gotta [D] learn to play it [G] right.
|Chorus:
|You got to [G] know when to hold 'em, [C] know when to [G] fold 'em,
|[C] know when to [G] walk away and know when to [D] run.
|You never [G] count [Am] your [G] money when you're [C] sittin' at the [G] table.
|There'll be [C] time enough for [G] countin' [D] when the dealin's [G] done.
Verse 4:
Ev'ry [G] gambler knows that the [C] secret to surv[G]ivin'
is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to [D] keep.
'Cause [G] ev'ry hand's a winner and [C] ev'ry hand's a [G] loser,
and the [C] best that you can [G] hope for is to [D] die in your [G] sleep."
Verse 5:
And [G] when he'd finished speakin', he [C] turned back towards the [G] window,
...Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to [D] sleep.
And [G] somewhere in the darkness the [C] gambler, he broke [G] even.
But [C] in his final [G] words I found an [D] ace that I could [G] keep.
|Chorus x3 (second time is acapella):
|You got to [G] know when to hold 'em, [C] know when to [G] fold 'em,
|[C] know when to [G] walk away and know when to [D] run.
|You never [G] count [Am] your [G] money when you're [C] sittin' at the [G] table.
|There'll be [C] time enough for [G] countin' [D] when the dealin's [G] done.
Intro
G G G
Verse 1
On a G warm summer's evenin' on a C train bound for G nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to D sleep.
So G we took turns a starin' out the C window at the G darkness
'til C boredom over G took us, D and he began to G speak.
Verse 2
He said, G "Son, I've made a life out of C readin' people's G faces,
And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their D eyes.
And if G you don't mind my sayin', I can C see you're out of G aces.
For a C taste of your G whiskey I'll D give you some G advice."
Verse 3
So I G handed him my bottle and he C drank down my last G swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a D light.
And the G night got deathly quiet, and his C face lost all exGpression.
Said, "If you're C gonna play the G game, boy, ya gotta D learn to play it G right.
Chorus
You got to G know when to hold 'em, C know when to G fold 'em,
C know when to G walk away and know when to D run.
You never G count Am your G money when you're C sittin' at the G table.
There'll be C time enough for G countin' D when the dealin's G done.
Verse 4
Ev'ry G gambler knows that the C secret to survGivin'
is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to D keep.
'Cause G ev'ry hand's a winner and C ev'ry hand's a G loser,
and the C best that you can G hope for is to D die in your G sleep."
Verse 5
And G when he'd finished speakin', he C turned back towards the G window,
...Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to D sleep.
And G somewhere in the darkness the C gambler, he broke G even.
But C in his final G words I found an D ace that I could G keep.
Chorus x3 second time is acapella
You got to G know when to hold 'em, C know when to G fold 'em,
C know when to G walk away and know when to D run.
You never G count Am your G money when you're C sittin' at the G table.
There'll be C time enough for G countin' D when the dealin's G done.