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RoyalBlueStuey

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tSo4IICBTY

On a warm summers evenin 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 out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.


Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.

So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and 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 and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.


You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.


 
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melon

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Good song isn't it! This song evokes memories of my grandfathers farm. The radio station up where he lives plays this song quite often. You can never get sick of it!
 
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C A Iversen

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Well, you never know, the first line could be prophetic

"On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere"

We'll all know on Sunday (NZ Time), if exactly whether or not the gamblers train arrives at the destination on the ticket stubbs.
 
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RoyalBlueStuey

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It gets better (In a cringeing sort of way) :

snappy threads there Kenny

Did you see the shot of the England team all singing it in the changing room after the France game...really want to find that on YouTube.
 
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Lardinho

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I have to say, I hate Country Music at the best of times, that and R n B are the only 2 music types I truly dislike (apart from manufactured bands/music). The only country singer I can listen to, and I love his tunes, is Johnny Cash.

I hate this song and I cringed when I heard it was the England song but whatever melts your butter, if its working for England then good luck to em.
 
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RoyalBlueStuey

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I have to say, I hate Country Music at the best of times, that and R n B are the only 2 music types I truly dislike (apart from manufactured bands/music). The only country singer I can listen to, and I love his tunes, is Johnny Cash.

I hate this song and I cringed when I heard it was the England song but whatever melts your butter, if its working for England then good luck to em. [/b]

I agree with you totally but for me the cringiness is part of the point. It's just a laugh really.

These two are getting into the spirit of things :

It's the dumbest, most irrelevant song I can think of but at 9:45pm on Saturday if the miracle has happened I'll be grinning like an idiot & roaring it at the top of my voice.
 
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Lardinho

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yup that's a fair point, whatever it takes to win. I'll have a dram for old Kenneth if we win.
 
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