Nathan Proudlove knows when to walk away, knows when to run
I suspect that there isn’t a living person on the planet — whether they speak English as their native language or not and whether they even know who Kenny Rogers is — who doesn’t know the lyrics to “The Gambler.”
Nathan Proudlove certainly does:
(Now I have that song in my head for the rest of the evening. Better than the Chocobo’s Dungeon soundtrack, I guess…)
September 3rd, 2008 at 3:39 am
Yay, Kenny! (and Nathan too :) )
The Muppet Show episode with Kenny Rogers is one of the best…this reminds of the set they used.
September 3rd, 2008 at 4:02 am
I don’t know the lyrics :(
September 3rd, 2008 at 5:43 am
Oh No, I’m not a living person. *googles for lyrics and youtube-video*
Ahh, better. Well, now that I’m an expert on the matter: Very good capturing of the song’s overall mood, Mr Proudlove!
September 3rd, 2008 at 9:10 am
Young Punks! (Josh shuffles out of the room, humming “Coward of the County”, as he goes to listen to his Kenny Roger’s Greatest Hits compiliation)
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:13 am
Hmm guess I’m a zombie then !
;)
September 3rd, 2008 at 11:30 am
I’ve never even heard of the song, let alone know the lyrics!
Dr. S.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:36 pm
Same as Dr. S and all the other Martians out there.
September 3rd, 2008 at 12:38 pm
That’s ’cause y’all don’t know good music. ;)
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:24 pm
I know good music, just not this song. ^_^
September 3rd, 2008 at 2:57 pm
Pussycat Dolls do not qualify as good music kiddos.
September 3rd, 2008 at 4:20 pm
Well, DUH! ;)
September 3rd, 2008 at 10:02 pm
Where’s your blogging etiquette Andrew ;)? Frankly I’ve no idea who that man is, and I’ve been told not to use the word MOC :)
September 4th, 2008 at 4:45 am
@All you young pups – Josh is feeling very old right now….what kind of world do you all live in anyway? :)
September 4th, 2008 at 9:40 pm
@Everyone who had no idea what I was talking about: Seriously?! :shock: I swear, I’ve participated in impromptu a capella sing-alongs of this song with people who don’t even speak English… Like Josh, maybe I’m just old.
November 2nd, 2008 at 10:59 am
On a warm summers evenin 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
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill 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 youre gonna play the game, boy, ya 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 youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards 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 youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
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 you r money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.