Альбом Kenny Rogers

On a warm summer's evening
On a train bound to now
Where I met up a gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns to staring
At the window at the darkness
Two board I took over us
And he began to speak
He said son I'd made a life
Out of written people's face
Knowing what the card was
By the way they held your eyes
So if you don't mind my saying
I could see you out of face
For a taste of your whisky
I'll give you some advice

So I handed him my bottle
And he drinks down my last swallow
Then he pumped up a cigarette
And ask me for a light
And the night gets deadly quiet
And his face last all its expressions and said
If you can't play the game boy
You got to learn to play it right
You got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold them
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting
When the dealing's done

Every gambler knows
The secret to surviving
He's knowing what to throw away
Knowing what to keep
Because every hand's a loser
And the best that you hope for
Is to die in your sleep
And he finished speaking
He turned back forth the window
Crashed out the cigarettes
Faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The gambler has broken ever
But in his final words

Oh, I wish that I could hurt that way again
At least I had you every now and then
And in between the sorrow
At least there was tomorrow
And as long as there's tomorrow
There's no end
Oh, I wish that I could hurt that way again.

Oh, I wish that we could play that game again
Even though I'd always lose and you would win
At times you would desert me
The emptiness would hurt me
But your coming back
Was always worth the pain
Oh, I wish that I could hurt that way again.

I'd love to hear you tell me
You don't need me anymore
Just like you used to tell me everyday
I'd love to watch you leaving
Like the hundred times before
At least my eyes could see you walk away.

Oh, I wish that we could play that game again
Even though I'd always lose and you would win
At times you would desert me
The emptiness would hurt me
But your coming back
Was always worth the pain
Oh, I wish that I could hurt that way again...

Like a leaf caught in the wind he drifted a while
With no purpose or direction too his life
He tried to get himself together and pacify his mind
And forget about the things he left behind.

The cryin' woman standing helpless in his door
With a two month old baby in her arms
His little black book laying torn up on the floor
And God only knows he never meant to do her wrong.

A careless weekend on the other side of town
Has torn the king of Oak Street's Castle down
And all week long he's tried to call her but she won't let him explain
Now Sunday morning finds him walking in the rain.

He sits down in a phone booth and he prays
That she'll forgive him and she'll believe he's changed his ways
With shaking hand he deposits his last dime
And he's still praying that she won't hang up this time.

Then the sweetest voice he's ever heard says hello
Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home
I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man.

I've thought the whole thing over and I think I understand
That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man...

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While she lay sleeping
I stayed out late at night and play my songs
And sometimes all the night can be so long
That's good and I finally make it home all alone
While she lays dreaming
I try to get undressed without the light
And quietly she says
How was your nights
And I come to her
And say it was alright
And I hold her tight
And she believes in me

I'll never know
Just what she sees in me
I told her someday if she was my girl
Could change the world with me little
I was wrong
But she has faith in me
And so go on trying restless
and who knows may be
On some special night
If my song was right
I will find the way, find the way
While she lay waiting
I stumble to the kitchen for a bite

Then I see my old guitar in the night
Just waiting for me
Like my secret friend
And there's no end
While she lay crying
I fumble with a melody or two
Then I'm thru between the things that I should do
Then she said I wake her up
And I'm thru
God my love is true
So while she lay

I broke the law and I used a gun
I broke the Ten Commandments one by one
I always wished that I had a son
Just to teach him not to

I lived in the valley and I hid in the hills
I stole moonshine from illegal stills
Folks said "Don't rile him 'cause he may kill"
But only if I've got to

All I want is a Tennessee bottle
All I need is an Arkansas bride
All I can see is an Ozark mountain sunrise
And 500 miles to hide my life, life, life, to hide my life
To hide my life

I tried to farm and I tried to mine
I tried cuttin' on the timberline
But pain and sweat was all I'd find
Rewarding all my labor

So I robbed banks and I robbed trains
I lost one eye in a poker game
I gave up gambling 'cause it's such a shame
To cheat your friends and neighbors

All I want is a Tennessee bottle
All I need is an Arkansas bride
All I can see is an Ozark mountain sunrise
And 500 miles to hide my life, life, life, to hide my life
To hide my life

I think I'm gonna quit and change my ways
Settle down and live an honest day
Someone said that crime don't pay
But I gotta 'nuff to live on

I think I'm gonna move to Little Rock
Leave my doors without a lock
I might be a foot without a sock
But I got cash to stand on

All I want is a Tennessee bottle
All I need is an Arkansas bride
All I can see is an Ozark mountain sunrise
And 500 miles to hide my life, life, life, to hide my life
To hide my life

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His daddy was an honest man, red dirt Georgia farmer
His mamma lived her short life having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years, an ache inside to wander
He hopped a freight in Waycross, wound up in L.A.
Lord the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross Georgia farmboy
Most days he went hungry, then the summer came
He met a girl known on the strip as San Francisco's Mabel Joy
Destitutions child born of an L.A. street called shame
Growing up came quietly in the arms of Mabel Joy
Laughter found their mornings, brought a meaning to his life
Yes, the night before she left, sleep came and left that Waycross country boy with dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
Sunday morning found him standing 'neath the red light of her door
When a right cross sent him reeling, put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad merine, he growled that Georgia neck is red, but sonny your still green
He turned twenty-one in a gray rock federal prison
The old judge had no mercy for a Waycross Georgia boy
Starin' at those four gray, in silence he would listen
That midnight freight he knew would take him back to Mabel Joy
Sunday morning found him lyin' 'neath the red light of her door
With a bullet in his side he cried have you seen Mabel Joy
Stunned and shaken someone said she's not here no more
She left this house four years today
They say she's looking for some Georgia farm boy

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