Prologue
“He said, ’Son, I’ve made my living, reading peoples faces,
knowing what their cards were, by the way they held their eyes.
So If you don’t mind me saying, I can see your out of aces,
For a taste of your Whiskey, I’ll give you some advice.′
If you’re gonna play the game boy, You gotta learn to play it right.
You gotta 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 your sitting at the table,
They’ll be time enough for counting, when the dealings done.
Now every gambler knows, the secret to surviving,
is knowing what to throw away, and knowing what to keep.
Cause every hands a winner, and every hands a loser, and the
best you can hope for is to die in your sleep.′
And somewhere in the darkness, the gambler he broke even,
and in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.”
-The Gambler, Kenny Rogers
