On a warm summer’s evening on a train bound for nowhere, met up with a gambler. We were both too tired to sleep. So we took turns of staring out the window at the darkness till boredom overtook us and he began to speak. He said, "Son, I made a life out of reading people’s faces, knowing what the cards were by the way they held their eyes. So, if you don’t mind my saying, I can see your out of aces for a taste of your whiskey. I give you some advice." So, I handed him my bottles and he drank up my last swallow. Then he bombed the cigarette and asked me for a light and the night got deathly quiet. And his face lost all expression. Said, "If you’re going to play the game, boy, you got to learn to play right. You got to know when to hold, know when to fall, know when to walk away, know when to run. You never count your money when you’re sitting at the table. There’ll be time enough for counting when the deal is done. Every gambler knows that the secret to surviving is knowing what to throw away, knowing what to keep. Cuz every hand’s a winner. Every hand’s a loser and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep. And when he finished speaking, turned back towards the window, brushed out his cigarette, fitted out to sleep. And somewhere in the darkness, a gambler he broke even. But in his final words, I found a day that I could keep. You got to know when to hold. Know when to hold on, know when to walk away, know when to run. You never count your money. Sitting at a table, there’ll be time enough for counting. When the dealing’s done, you got to know when to hold them. When know when to fall. Know when to walk away and know when to run. You never count your money. Sitting at the table. There’ll be time enough for counting. When the dealing’s done, you got to know when to hold. Know when to fall, know when to walk away, know when to run. You never count your money. Sitting at the table, there’ll be time for count when the deal is done.
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