Stuck on you and gambler

Stuck on you

I've got this feeling down deep in my soul that I just can't lose

Guess I'm on my way

Needed a friend

And the way I feel now, I guess I'll be with you 'til the end

Guess I'm on my way

Mighty glad you stayed

I'm stuck on you

Been a fool too long, I guess it's time for me to come on home

Guess I'm on my way

So hard to see

That a woman like you could wait around for a man like me

Guess I'm on my way

Mighty glad you stayed

Oh, I'm leaving on that midnight train tomorrow

And I know just where I'm going

I've packed up my troubles and I've thrown them all away

'Cause this time, little darling

I'm coming home to stay

I'm stuck on you

I've got this feeling down deep in my soul that I just can't lose

Guess I'm on my way

I needed a friend

And the way I feel now, I guess I'll be with you 'til the end

Guess I'm on my way

I'm mighty glad you stayed

On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere

I met up with a 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, you 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 dealing's done

Every gambler knows that the secret to survivin'

Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep

'Cause every hand's a winner and every hand's a loser

And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep

And when he finished speakin', he turned back toward 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 dealing's done

You got to know when to hold 'em (When to hold 'em)

Know when to fold 'em (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 dealing's done