Don Schlitz


The Gambler

On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gambler, we were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-staring out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us, and he began to speak

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He said, son I've made my life out of reading people's faces
And knowing what the 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