Kenny Rogers

On a warm summers evening,
on a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gambler,
we were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns at staring
out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us and he began to speak
He said, son I've made a life out of reading people's faces
And knowing what the cards were,
by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice
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
Said, if you're gonna play the game, boy,
you gotta learn to play it right