Kenny Rogers – The Gambler chords ver. 2
Chords:
Intro:e|-----0-------------0---3~5-0-| B|-0h2---2-3-2p0-0h2---2-------| G|-----------------------------| x 2 D|-----------------------------| A|-----------------------------| E|-----------------------------|Verse 1: (add9 to the E on every 3rd beat throughout 1st 2 verses)E A/E EOn a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,E B7I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.E A/E ESo we took turns a starin' out the window at the darknessB7 E'til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.Verse 2: (Bass in)E A/E EHe said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,B7and knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.E A/E EAnd if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.A/E E B7 EFor a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."Verse 3: (strumming starts)E A ESo I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.B7Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.E A EAnd the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.A E B7 ESaid, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.Chorus:E A EYou got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,A E B7know when to walk away and know when to run.E A E A EYou never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.E A E B7 EThere'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.Verse 4: (Key change)F Bb FEv'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'Cis knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.F Bb F'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,Bb F C Fand the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."Verse 5:F Bb FAnd when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,C7crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.F Bb FAnd somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.Bb F C7 FBut in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.Chorus:F Bb FYou got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,Bb F C7know when to walk away and know when to run.F Bb F Bb FYou never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.F Bb F C7 FThere'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.A cappello chorus Chorus