Kenny Rogers - The Gambler Chords

[Opening]
On a [D]warm summer’s evening on a [G]train bound for [D]nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to [A]sleep.
So [D]we took turns a staring out the [G]window at the [D]darkness
‘Till [G]boredom over [D]took us, and [A]he began to [D]speak.

[verse 2]
He said, [D]“Son, I’ve made a life out of [G]reading people’s [D]faces,
and knowing what their cards were by the way they held their [A]eyes.
And if [D]you don’t mind my saying, I can [G]see you’re out of [D]aces.
For a [G]taste of your [D]whiskey I’ll [A]give you some [D]advice.”

[verse 3]
So I [D]handed him my bottle
and he [G]drank down my last [D]swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a [A]light.
And the [D]night got deathly quiet,
and his [G]face lost all ex[D]pression.
Said, “If you’re [G]gonna play the [D]game, boy,
ya gotta [A]learn to play it [D]right.

[chorus]
You got to [D]know when to hold ’em, [G]know when to [D]fold ’em,
[G]know when to [D]walk away and know when to [A]run.
You never [D]count [Em]your [D]money when you’re [G]sitting at the [D]table.
There’ll be [G]time enough for [D]counting [A]when the dealings [D]done.

[verse 4]
[D]Every gambler knows that the [G]secret to surv[D]iving
is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to [A]keep.
‘Cause [D]every hand’s a winner and [G]every hand’s a [D]loser,
and the [G]best that you can [D]hope for is to [A]die in your [D]sleep.”

[Closing]
And [D]when he’d finished speaking, he [G]turned back towards the [D]window,
crushed out his cigarette and faded off to [A]sleep.
And [D]somewhere in the darkness the [G]gambler, he broke [D]even.
But [G]in his final [D]words I found an [A]ace that I could [D]keep.

[chorus]
You got to [D]know when to hold ’em, [G]know when to [D]fold ’em,
[G]know when to [D]walk away and know when to [A]run.
You never [D]count [Em]your [D]money when you’re [G]sitting at the [D]table.
There’ll be [G]time enough for [D]counting [A]when the dealin’s [D]done.