VERS 1: 
     D                          G               D
On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere.
  D                                                  A7  
I met up with the gambler, we were both too tired to sleep
   D                               G             D
So we took turns a-starin' out the window at the darkness.
    D                           A7       D
The boredom overtook us, and he began to speak


VERS 2:
         D
He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' what the cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind me sayin' I can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice".


VERS 3:
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.
He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy you gotta learn to play it right".


REFRENG:
              D                      G            D
You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em.
G             D                          A7
 Know when to walk away and know when to run.
          D                            G              D
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
            G               D       A7                  D
There'll be time enough for countin'  when the dealin's done.


Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowin' 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.


VERS 4:
And when he finished speakin' he turned back toward 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.


-REFRENG- x 3