Kenny Rogers-The Gambler - sr - 200

[Verse - No drums]
     G                          C               G
On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere
  G                              G                 D
I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to speak
   G                               C             G
So we took turns a-starin' out the window at the darkness
     C           G       D7                G
'Til boredom overtook us   and he began to speak.
         G                             C                G
He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,
G                                                        D
Knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes,
       G                               C                 G
And if you don't mind me sayin', I can see you're out of aces,
          C             G              D               G
And for a taste of your whiskey   I'll give you some advice."

(bass drum on 2 and 4 to begin with - no snare)
     G                           C                  G
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow;
G                                G              D
  Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light,
        G                                C               G
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression,
                  C                 G                   D                G
' said "If you're gon   na play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
 
[Chorus - Half time shuffle]
           G                      C                G
You got to know when to hold 'em,     Know when to fold 'em,
C                G                          D
    Know when to walk away And know when to run.
          G     D    G                  C              G
You never count your money  When you're sittin' at the table;
            C               G          D                   G
There'll be time enough for countin'     When the dealin's done.
 
[Verse]
A                            D            A
Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
A                                                  E
Is knownin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep
       A     E        A           D              A
'Cause every hand's a winner, and every hand's a loser,
        D                 A              E           A
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep." 

[Verse]
    A                             D                      A
And when he finished speakin', he turned back toward the window,
A                                            E
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep, (drums stop)
    A         E      A             D                 A
And somewhere in the darkness, the gambler, he broke even,
    D            A                E                A
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.  
 
[Chorus - Drums back in]
           A                      D               A
You got to know when to hold 'em,    Know when to fold 'em,
D              A             A            E
  Know when to walk away And know when to run.
          A     E    A                  D              A
You never count your money  When you're sittin' at the table;
            A     D         A           E                      A
There'll be time enough for countin'        When the dealin's done.
 
[Chorus]
           A                      D               A
You got to know when to hold 'em,    Know when to fold 'em,
D              A             A            E
  Know when to walk away And know when to run.
          A     E    A                  D              A
You never count your money  When you're sittin' at the table;
            A     D         A           E                      A
There'll be time enough for countin'        When the dealin's done.

[Chorus - A Cappella]
             A                      D            A
You got to know when to hold 'em, Know when to fold 'em,
 D            A                          E
Know when to walk away And know when to run.
            A     E    A                  D              A
You never count your money  When you're sittin' at the table;
            A     D         A           E                      A
There'll be time enough for countin'        When the dealin's done.

Pink Floyd-Wish You Were Here

During instrumental play Bass line the same way you 
play superstition
Initial climb up just hammer on to B from A whilst 
playing G - strum the rest
Back to G - D string - 5 2
Back to A - A string 7 5 E string 7
Back to Em (in A section) E string 5h7 A string 5
Final riff before hand on G - E string 5 7 5

[BPM 56]
[Intro]                                  
                     Em7                G            
e|-------------------3-3----------------3-3---------|
B|-------------------3-3----------------3-3---------|
G|-------------------0-0------0---------0-0---------|   
D|----------0--2-----2-2---2-----2--0---0-0---------| x2
A|-----0h2-----------2-2----------------2-2---------|   
E|--3----------------0-0----------------3-3---------|   
                                                        
                     Em7               A7sus4           
e|-------------------3-3----------------3-3---------|   
B|-------------------3-3----------------3-3---------|   
G|-------------------0-0----------------2-2---------|   
D|----------0--2-----2-2--2--0----------2-2---------| x2
A|-----0h2-----------2-2--------2--0----0-0---------|   
E|--3----------------0-0----------------------------|   
                                                        
               G                                        
e|-------------3-3-------|                              
B|-------------3-3-------|                              
G|-------------0-0-------|                              
D|-------------0-0-------|                              
A|--0-2-0------2-2-------|                              
E|---------3---3-3-------|                              

[Verse 1]                  
 [C] So, so you think you can t [D/F#] ell,
Heaven from H [Am/E] ell, blue skies from pa [G] in.
Can you tell a green  [D/F#] field from a cold steel 
ra [C] il, a smile from a ve [Am] il
Do you think you can t [G] ell?

[Verse 2]                                  
Did they get you to tr [C] ade your heroes for  [D/F#] ghosts,
Hot ashes for tr [Am/E] ees, hot air for a coo [G] l breeze, 
cold comfort for cha [D/F#] nge,
And did you exchan [C] ge a walk on part in the  
[Am] war for a lead role in a ca [G] ge?

[Instrumental]                          
Em7  G  Em7  G  Em7  A7sus4  Em7  A7sus4  G

[Verse 3]                        
 [C] How I wish, how I wish you were  [D/F#] here
We're just  [Am/E] two lost souls swimming in a 
fish bowl,  [G] year after year,
 [D/F#]  Running over the same old ground.  [C] What have we found?
The same old  [Am] fears. Wish you were here!  [G]  

[Instrumental]
Em7  G  Em7  A7sus4  Em7  A7sus4  G  x2

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