on a train bound for nowhere,
we were both too tired to sleep.
of staring out the window
He said, son, I made a life
out of reading people's faces
Knowing what the cards were
by the way they held their lives
And if you don't mind me saying,
I can see you're out of vases
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice
So I handed him a bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow
Then he burned the cigarette,
and asked me for the light
And the night got deadly quiet,
and he's faced all storm expression
Said if you're gonna play
you've gotta learn to play it right
You've got nowhere to hold on,
You never count your money
when you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough to count
Is knowing what to throw away
And every hand's a winner
The best that you can hope for
When he finished speaking,
he turned back towards the win dow
Crushed out his cigarette
Somewhere in the darkness,
the gambler he broke even
I found an ace that I could keep
You gotta know when to hold up,
You never count your money
when you're sittin' at your table
There'll be time enough for countin'
You never count your money
when you're sittin' at the table
You got nowhere to hold on,
You never count your money
when you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'