The Gambler - Kenny Rogers, ukulele chords

Published: 2022-12-27 19:15
Selection chords: Sarah Harris

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On a warm summerʼs eveninʼ on a train bound for nowhere,
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I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
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So we took turns a starinʼ out the window at the darkness
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ʼtil boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

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He said, "Son, Iʼve made a life out of readinʼ peopleʼs faces,
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and knowinʼ what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
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And if you donʼt mind my sayinʼ, I can see youʼre out of aces.
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For a taste of your whiskey Iʼll give you some advice."

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So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
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Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
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And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
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Said, "If youʼre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn
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to play it right.

Chorus:
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You got to know when to hold ʼem, know when to fold ʼem,
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know when to walk away and know when to run.
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You never count your money when youʼre sittinʼ at the table.
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Thereʼll be time enough for countinʼ when the dealinʼs done.

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Evʼry gambler knows that the secret to survivinʼ
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is knowinʼ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
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ʼCause evʼry handʼs a winner and evʼry handʼs a loser,
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and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."

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And when heʼd finished speakinʼ, he turned back towards the window,
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crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
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And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
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But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.