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The Gambler chords by Ray Lynam

  • G

  • D

  • C

  • A

  • Eb

    6
  • Ab

    4
  • Bb

Verse 1
G
D
C
D
On a warm
summer's evening,
G
D
on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with a gambler,
A
we were both too tired to sleep.
D
So we took turns
G
of staring out the window
D
at the darkness
G
D
The boredom overtook us
A
D
and he began to speak
He said, son, I made a life
G
D
out of reading people's faces
Knowing what the cards were
A
by the way they held their lives
D
And if you don't mind me saying,
I can see you're out of vases
For a taste of your whiskey,
A
D
I'll give you some advice
So I handed him a bottle,
G
D
and he drank down my last swallow
Then he burned the cigarette,
A
and asked me for the light
D
And the night got deadly quiet,
G
D
and he's faced all storm expression
G
Said if you're gonna play
D
the game boy,
A
D
you've gotta learn to play it right
You've got nowhere to hold on,
G
D
nowhere to fold on
G
D
Nowhere to walk away,
A
nowhere to run
D
You never count your money
G
when you're sittin' at the table
D
G
D
There'll be time enough to count
A
D
when the dealin's done
Eb
Every gambler knows that
Ab
Eb
the secret to surviving
Is knowing what to throw away
Bb
and knowing what to keep
Eb
And every hand's a winner
Ab
Eb
and every hand's a loser
Ab
Eb
The best that you can hope for
Bb
Eb
is to die in your sleep
When he finished speaking,
Ab
Eb
he turned back towards the win dow
Crushed out his cigarette
Bb
and faded off to sleep
Eb
Somewhere in the darkness,
Ab
Eb
the gambler he broke even
Ab
Eb
Within his final words,
Bb
Eb
I found an ace that I could keep
You gotta know when to hold up,
Ab
Eb
know when to fall down,
Ab
Eb
know when to walk away,
Bb
know when to run
Eb
Ab
You never count your money
Eb
Ab
when you're sittin' at your table
Eb
Ab
Eb
There'll be time enough for countin'
Bb
Eb
when the dealin's done
You've got to know when
to hold them,
when to hold them,
know when to fold them,
when to fold them,
know when to walk away,
know when to run
Eb
You never count your money
Ab
when you're sittin' at the table
Eb
There'll be time enough
for countin'
Eb
when the dealin's done
You got nowhere to hold on,
Ab
Eb
nowhere to fall on,
Ab
Eb
nowhere to walk away,
Bb
nowhere to run
Eb
Ab
You never count your money
Eb
Ab
when you're sittin' at the table
Eb
Ab
Eb
There'll be time enough for countin'
Bb
Eb
when the dealin's done
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