On a warm summer's evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the 😐
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us
And he began to speak
He said, "Son, I've made a life
Out of readin' people's faces
Knowin' what the 😐
By the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin'
I can see you're out of 😐
For a taste of your whiskey
I'll give you some advice"
You've 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 😐
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done
