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The Gambler Kenny Rogers  Send mail  Print

 Tom: D
      D                          G               D
 On a warm summer s evenin  on a train bound for nowhere,
                                                      A
 I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
    D                               G             D
 So we took turns a starin  out the window at the darkness
      G                D       A           D
  til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
          D                             G                D
 He said, "Son, I ve made a life out of readin  people s faces,
                                                              A
 and knowin  what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
        D                               G                 D
 And if you don t mind my sayin , I can see you re out of aces.
       G             D            A               D
 For a taste of your whiskey I ll give you some advice."
      D                           G                  D
 So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
                                               A
 Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
         D                                G                 D
 And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
                  G              D                   A                D
 Said, "If you re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
 CHORUS:
            D                     G             D
 You got to know when to hold  em, know when to fold  em,
 G            D                          A
 know when to walk away and know when to run.
           D     A    D                 G              D
 You never count your money when you re sittin  at the table.
                  G          D        A                 D
 There ll be time enough for countin  when the dealin s done.
 [Slide capo to 2nd fret]
 D                            G             D
 Ev ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin 
                                                   A
 is knowin  what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
        D                         G              D
  Cause ev ry hand s a winner and ev ry hand s a loser,
         G                 D              A           D
 and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."
     D                               G                       D
 And when he d finished speakin , he turned back towards the window,
                                            A
 crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
     D                             G                 D
 And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
     G            D                A                D
 But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
 CHORUS:
            D                     G             D
 You got to know when to hold  em, know when to fold  em,
 G            D                          A
 know when to walk away and know when to run.
           D     A    D                 G              D
 You never count your money when you re sittin  at the table.
                  G          D        A                 D
 There ll be time enough for countin  when the dealin s done.
 [Repeat chorus once and end]
 
 
 Versão 2
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 Tom: A
      A                          D               A
 On a warm summer s evening on a train bound for nowhere
   D             A                                  E   
 I met up with a gambler. We were both too tired to sleep.
    A                               D             A  
 So we took turns a starin  out the window at the darkness
      D           A           E7          A   
 till boredom overtook us and he began to speak.
           A                            D                A
 He said, "Son, I ve made a life out of readin  people s faces
     D                  A                                     E
 and knowin  what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
       A                              D                 A
 So if you don t mind my sayin  I can see you re out of aces,
       D             A            E7              A 
 for a taste of your whiskey I ll give you some advice."
      A                            D                  A
 So I handed him my bottle, and he drank down my last swallow.
 D                A                            E
 Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
         A                               D               A
 And the night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expression.
                  D               A                   E7
 Said, "If you re gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn to play it
 A
 right."
 CHORUS:
             A                      D            A
 "You got to know when to hold  em, know when to fold  em.
 D            A                          E 
 Know when to walk away and know when to run.
           A     D    A                 D              A 
 You never count your money when you re sittin  at the table.
             D               A        E7                A
 There ll be time enough for countin  when the dealin s done."
 F                             Bb           F
 "Ev ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin 
    Bb              F                              C
 Is knowin  what to throw away and knowin  what to keep.
        F                          Bb             F
  Cause ev ry hand s a winner, and ev ry hand s a loser.
         Bb                F              C7          F
 And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."
     F                              Bb                     F
 And when he d finished speakin  he turned back toward the window.
 Bb              F                          C
 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                          C 
 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.
             Bb              F        C7                F
 There ll be time enough for countin  when the dealin s done.
 (Repeat CHORUS)