There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.Įv'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin' You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table. Know when to walk away and know when to run. You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, Said, 'If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right. Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.Īnd the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression. So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
He said, 'Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,Īnd knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.Īnd if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.įor a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice.' 'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak. So we took turns a-starin' out the window at the darkness I met up with the gambler we were both too tired to sleep. On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere, I want to know how the poker sequence is a metaphor for life. C'mon folks, surely there are bigger and better questions to be asked about CR.
