On a warm summer's eve,
upon a train bound for nowhere
I met up with a gambler,
we were both too tired to sleep
So he sent out a talk,
out the window at the darkness
To board him over to the sand,
he began to speak
He said, son, I've made a lot out
of reading people's faces,
knowing what the cards were,
by the way they held their eyes.
And if you don't find the same,
I can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.
You've got nowhere to hold it,
nowhere to fold it,
Nowhere to walk away,
nowhere to run
You've never caught your money
When you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing's done
Every gambler knows
That the secret to surviving
Is knowing what to throw away
And knowin' just what to keep
Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
The best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep
You gotta nowhere to fall in
Nowhere to fall in
Nowhere to walk away
Nowhere to run
You never got your money
When you're sittin' at the table