the gambler.

Do you ever get RANDOM songs in your head? I don't know where this came from... but this morning I was feeding Kyla her eggs... and all of a sudden "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers came in my head... I just started singing it and couldn't stop LOL!!!

On a warm summer's eve... on a train bound for nowhere... met up with a gambler - we were both too tired to sleep... so we took turns a-starin...

So then I got stuck. I couldn't figure out the words and it started driving me INSANE. I was just waiting for Ky to finish her breakfast so I could get online and check the lyrics!!! I was singing it in my head over and over again and just couldn't figure it out.

So then I was like - no, I KNOW I know the words to this song... so I'm just trying to figure them out... but finally I broke down and looked them up.

It is really one of my favorite songs of all time but you KNOW I'm NOT a country music person... I just really like that song.

Anyway, I think that's a good random thought for the day... oh, and if for some strange reason you have the song in your head now - here are the lyrics so you don't have to look them up!!

On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin’ out the window at the darkness
’til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

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 down 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, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

Now ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing 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.

So when he’d finished speakin’, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out 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.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

I put the pic of Kenny up just for sh*ts and giggles - to make you go "what the fluck?"

And you know what, after all this Kenny talk I'm in the mood for some Kenny Rogers Roasters Fried Chicken!!!!

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