[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.
[Verse] She's a [E] good [A] girl loves her [B] mama Loves [E] Je [A] sus and America [B] too She's a [E] good [A] girl crazy 'bout [B] Elvis Loves [E] hor [A] ses and her boyfriend [B] too
[Instrumental] [E][A] ([A][Amaj7]) [B]
It's a [E] long [A] day livin' in Re [B] seda There's a [E] free [A] way runnin' through the [B] yard And I'm a [E] bad [A] boy 'cause I don't even [B] miss her I'm a [E] bad [A] boy for breakin' her [B] heart
[Verse] All the [E] vam [A] pires walkin' through the [B] valley Move [E] west [A] down Ventura Boule [B] vard And all the [E] bad [A] boys are standing in the [B] shadows All the [E] good [A] girls are home with broken [B] hearts
[Verse] I wanna [E] glide [A] down over Mulholland I wanna [E] write [A] her name in the sky I wanna [E] free [A] fall out into nothin' Gonna [E] leave [A] this world for a while
