Intro: e|-----0-------------0---3~5-0-| B|-0h2---2-3-2p0-0h2---2-------| G|-----------------------------| x 2 D|-----------------------------| A|-----------------------------| E|-----------------------------| Verse 1: (add9 to the E on every 3rd beat throughout 1st 2 verses) E A/E E On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere, E B7 I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep. E A/E E So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness B7 E 'til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak. Verse 2: (Bass in) E A/E E He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces, B7 and knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes. E A/E E And if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces. A/E E B7 E For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice." Verse 3: (strumming starts) E A E So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow. B7 Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light. E A E And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression. A E B7 E Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right. Chorus: E A E You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, A E B7 know when to walk away and know when to run. E A E A E You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table. E A E B7 E There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done. Verse 4: (Key change) F Bb F Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin' C is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep. F Bb F 'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser, Bb F C F and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep." Verse 5: F Bb F And when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window, C7 crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep. F Bb F And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even. Bb F C7 F But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep. Chorus: F Bb F You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, Bb F C7 know when to walk away and know when to run. F Bb F Bb F You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table. F Bb F C7 F There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done. A cappello chorus Chorus