El Jugador
Coyote Country Music
The Gambler
One summer night on a forgotten train
Feeling very tired but unable to sleep
Drowned in silence, the train was moving slowly
And that winged guy spoke to me
He said he's a gambler, knows people
By a sudden gesture, by the way they look
And if you don't believe me, if you don't understand me
For a shot of whiskey, I'll tell you
I gave him my bottle, he took it and drank from it
He took out a cigarette and asked me for fire
The night was dark, his face turned to stone
To play well, you must listen to me
Knowing when to hold your cards and when to fold them
When to walk away, when to ask for more
Not counting your money during the game
There will be time to count it when the game is over
Every gambler has secrets they keep
The challenge is if you leave, staying is even more
If you die in your bed, you'll be lucky
And after finishing his talk, he looked out the window
Threw his cigarette and went to sleep
The night had arrived and he fell asleep
And his words were like a poker game to me
Knowing when to hold your cards and when to fold them
When to walk away, when to ask for more
Not counting your money during the game
There will be time to count it when the game is over
