[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.
[Intro Riff] C6 Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7 e --------0---------- --------0---------- B -----/5-1---------- ----0---1---------- G -----/5-2---2---0-- ----0---2---2---0-- D ----/(5)3-----3---- --------3-----3---- A --3---------------- --3---------------- E ------------------- ------------------- 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 .
[Intro] C6 Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7 x 2
[Verse 1] And the [C6] women tug [Fmaj7] their hair Like they're [Cmaj7] trying to prove [Fmaj7] it won't fall out [C6][Fmaj7][Cmaj7][Fmaj7] And [C6] all the men [Fmaj7] are gargoyles Dipped [Cmaj7] long in [Fmaj7] Irish stout [C6][Fmaj7][Cmaj7][Fmaj7]
[Pre-Chorus] The [G7] whole place is pickled The people are pickles for [Am] sure And [G7] no-one knows if they've done more here Than they [C] ever would do in a [E7] jar
[Chorus] This could be [Am] Rotterdam or [C] anywhere, [Am] Liverpool or [C] Rome, 'Cause [Am] Rotterdam is [C] anywhere, [D7] anywhere [G7] alone, Anywhere alone [C6][Fmaj7][Cmaj7][Fmaj7] [C6][Fmaj7][Cmaj7][Fmaj7]
[Verse 2] And [C6] everyone i [Fmaj7] s blond Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C6 Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7 And everyone is beautiful And w [C6] hen blond and beautiful are [Fmaj7] multiple Cmaj7 Fmaj7 C6 Fmaj7 Cmaj7 Fmaj7 They become so dull and dutiful
[Pre-Chorus] And [G7] when faced with dull and dutiful They fire red warning fl [Am] ares Batt [G7] le-khaki personality With re [C7] d under [E7] wear
[Chorus] This could be [Am] Rotterdam or [C] anywhere, [Am] Liverpool or [C] Rome, 'Cause [Am] Rotterdam is [C] anywhere, [D7] anywhere [G7] alone, Anywhere al [C6] one [Fmaj7] [Cmaj7][Fmaj7][C6][Fmaj7][Cmaj7][Fmaj7]
[Vamp] [C6][Fmaj7][Cmaj7][Fmaj7][Cmaj7][Fmaj7] x4
[Pre-Chorus] The [G7] whole place is pickled The people are pickles for [Am] sure And [G7] no-one knows if they've done more here Than they [C] ever would do in a [E7] jar
[Chorus] This could be [Am] Rotterdam or [C] anywhere, [Am] Liverpool or [C] Rome, 'Cause [Am] Rotterdam is [C] anywhere, [D7] anywhere [G7] alone, Anywhere al [C6] one [Fmaj7] [Cmaj7][Fmaj7][C6][Fmaj7][Cmaj7][Fmaj7]
[Outro] [C6][Fmaj7][Cmaj7][Fmaj7][Cmaj7][Fmaj7] (Repeat and fade)
