Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Gambler 
On a warm summers evening On a train bound for nowhere I met up with the gambler, we were both too tired to sleep, So we took turns in staring at the window at the darkness until boredom overtook us and he began to speak. 
'He said son I've made a life out of reading peoples faces, Knowing what the cards were by the way they held their eyes, And if you dont mind me saying,I can see youre out of aces , for a taste of your whiskey, I'll give you some advice. So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow He bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light. 
'He said Now every gambler knows that the secret to surving is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep You never count your money when youre sitting at the table, there'll be time enough to count it when the dealings done 
'And the night got desperate quiteand his face lost all expression He quenches out his cigarrette and faded off to sleep And somewhere in the darkness The gambler, he broke even, And in his final words I found an Ace that I could keep. 
'You got to know when to hold them Know when to fold them Know what to throw away And know what to keep You never count your money When youre sitting at the table There'll be time enough to count it When the Dealings done. 
'Repeat verse x2