From: neil-mardis@augustana.edu (Neil) Subject: Re: Gambler Tab (Kenny Rogers) I don't know the tab, but here are the words and the chords. The verses all have the same progression. The Gambler:

On a ^Fwarm summer's evening on a t^Bbrain bound for ^Fnowhere I ^Bbmet up with a ^Fgambler. We were both too tired to ^Csleep. So ^Fwe took turns a starin' out the ^Bbwindow at the ^Fdarkness till ^Bbboredom overt^Fook us and ^C7he began to ^Fspeak.

He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces and knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes. So if you don't mind my sayin' I can see you're out of aces; for a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice." So I handed him my bottle, and he drank doen my last swallow. Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light. And the night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expression. Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn to play it right." CHORUS:

"You go^Ft to know when to hold^Bb 'em, know when ^Fto fold 'em. ^BbKnow when to ^Fwalk away and know when to ^Crun. You never ^Fcount ^Bbyour ^Fmoney when you're ^Bbsittin' at the ta^Fble. Ther'll be ^Bbtime enough for ^Fcountin'^C7 when the dealin's ^Fdone."

"Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin' Is knowin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep. 'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner, and ev'ry hand's a loser. And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep." And when he'd finished speakin' he turned back toward the window. Crushed ou his cigarette and faded off to sleep. And somewhere in the darkness the gambler he broke even. But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep. (to chorus:) Well, there it is. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -- "...a good point there, after all, he was the Walrus. I could be the Walrus, I'd still have to bum rides off of people." Ferris Bueller neil-mardis@augustana.edu From: Michael.C.Egan.4@nd.edu (Mike Egan) suggests moving the whole thing up a step (starting on a G) and moving up a further step at

^A"Every gambler knows that^D the secret t^Ao survivin' Is ^Dknowin' what to ^Athrow away and knowin' what to ^Ekeep 'Cause ^Aevery hand's a winner, and ^Devery hand's a ^Aloser And the ^Dbest that you can ^Ahope for is to ^E7die in your ^Asleep."

^AAnd when he finished speakin' he ^Dturned back toward the ^Awindow ^DCrushed out his ^Acigarette and faded off to ^Esleep And s^Aomewhere in the darkness, the ^Dgambler he broke ^Aeven But in ^Dhis final words ^AI found an ^E7ace that I could ^Akeep

^A"You got to know when to hold ^D'em, know whe^An to fold 'em ^DKnow when to ^Awalk away, and know when to ^Erun You never ^Acount your money when you're ^Dsittin' at the t^Aable There'll be ^Dtime enough for ^Acountin' ^E7when the dealin's ^Adone."

Date: Sun, 02 Oct 1994 12:35:15 -0400 (EDT) From: Alex Rudd <AHRJJ@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU> "The Gambler" - by Kenny Rogers (1977) Words and Music by Don Schlitz SIMPed by Alex Rudd - ahrjj@cunyvm.cuny.edu Chords: A D Em/A G G/D E ---0------2------0------3------3----| B ---2------3------0------0------0----| G ---2------2------0------0------0----| D ---2------0------2------0------0----| A ---0-------------0------5------2----| E ------------------------5------0----| Capo 1st Fret (In a moderate country half-time)

On a ^Dwarm summer's evenin' on a ^G/Dtrain bound for ^Dnowhere, I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to ^Asleep. So ^Dwe took turns a starin' out the ^G/Dwindow at the ^Ddarkness 'til ^G/Dboredom overtook ^Dus, ^Aand he began to ^Dspeak.

He said, ^D"Son, I've made a life ou^G/Dt of readin' peop^Dle's faces, and knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their ^Aeyes. And if ^Dyou don't mind my sayin', I can ^G/Dsee you're out of ^Daces. For a ^G/Dtaste of your ^Dwhiskey I'll ^Agive you some ^Dadvice."

So I ^Dhanded him my bottle and he ^Gdrank down my last ^Dswallow. Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a ^Alight. And the ^Dnight got deathly quiet, and his ^Gface lost all expr^Dession. Said, "If yo^Gu're gonna play the g^Dame, boy, ya g^Aotta learn to pla^Dy it right.

You got to ^Dknow when to hold 'em,^G know when to ^Dfold 'em, ^Gknow when to ^Dwalk away and know when to ^Arun. You never ^Dcount ^Em/Ayour ^Dmoney when you're ^Gsittin' at the ^Dtable. There'll be time ^Genough for ^Dcountin' ^Awhen the dealin's ^Ddone.

[Slide capo to 2nd fret]

^DEv'ry gambler knows that the ^Gsecret to surv^Divin' is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to ^Akeep. 'Cause ^Dev'ry hand's a winner and ^Gev'ry hand's a ^Dloser, and the ^Gbest that you can ^Dhope for is to ^Adie in your ^Dsleep."

And ^Dwhen he'd finished speakin', he ^Gturned back towards the ^Dwindow, crushed out his cigarette and faded off to ^Asleep. And ^Dsomewhere in the darkness the ^Ggambler, he broke ^Deven. But ^Gin his final ^Dwords I found an ^Aace that I could ^Dkeep.

[Repeat chorus once and end]

Kenny Rogers - The gambler