The Gambler (Live) - Chris Stapleton

About twenty years ago On a train bound for nowhere I met up with The Gambler We were both too tired to sleep So we took turns a starin' Through the window at the darkness 'Til boredom overtook us And he commenced to speak He said, 'Son, I've made a life Out of readin' people's faces And knowin' what their cards were By the way they held their eyes And if you don't mind my sayin' I would say you're out of aces And for one taste of your whiskey I will give you some advice' So I handed him my bottle And he drank down my last swallow Then he bummed a cigarette Then he bummed a light The night got deathly quiet And his face lost all expression He said, 'If you're gonna play the game, boy You better learn to play it right' 'Cause ev'ry gambler knows That the secret to survival Is knowin' what to throw away And knowin' what to keep And ev'ry hand's a winner Just like ev'ry hand's a loser And the best that you can hope for Is to die in your sleep. You got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away Know when to run You don't ever count your money While you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin' is done You got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away Know when to run You don't ever count your money While you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin' is done And when he finished speakin' He turned back t'ward the window Put out his cigarette Faded off to sleep And somewhere in the darkness The gambler he broke even But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep You got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away Know when to run You don't ever count your money While you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin' is done You got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away Know when to run You don't ever count your money While you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin' is done You got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away Know when to run You don't ever count your money While you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin' is done

I've held it all in God knows I've tried It's an awful awakenin' In a country boy's life Look in the mirror In total surprise At the hair on my shoulders And the age in my eyes Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife It's a measure of people Who don't understand The pleasures of life In a Hillbilly band Got my first guitar When I was 14 (yeah) Now, I'm pushing 40 And I'm still wearin' jeans Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife Amanda, light of my life Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife Thank you all