On a warm summer’s evening On a train bound for nowhere I met up with the gambler 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 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, congratulations, you win a 🃏 deck of marked cards so you can be a gambler too