On a cauld summer's eve On a train bound for naewhere I met up with the gambler We were both tae tired to sleep So we took turns a-starin' Oot the windae at the darkness The boredom overtook us, And he began to speak He said, "Aldo, I've made a life Oote readin' horses faces Knowin' what the odds were By the way they blinkered their eyes So if you don't mind me sayin' I can see yer out of the races For a taste of your bucky I'll gea ye some advice" So I handed him my bottle And he drank doon my last swallow Then he bummed a cigarette And asked me for a light And the night got deathly quiet And his faced lost all expression He said, "If you're gonna play the horses, boy You gotta learn to play em right You've got to know when to 4 fold 'em Know when to bold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money Unless yer on the forum Then ye rub it right in and tell Fab he's Wan dumb hun. Every gambler knows That the secret to survivin' Is knowin' when to post yer slip And shoving the knife in deep 'Cause every hoarse is a winner And that daft Fabio is a loser And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep And when he finished speakin' He turned back toward the window Crushed out his cigarette And faded off to sleep And somewhere in the darkness Wee Eddie he broke even But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep You've got to know when to 4 fold 'em Know when to bold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never post your slip unless Your on the forum The ye rub it right in and tell Fabio He's wan dumb hun
ahahaha just googled him. He’s before my time imho sorry one of your teen idols has sadly passed though
Ah ha ha just logged into this on me bran new lappy. it's been years since i've been on here on anything except my phone. Things are...well...bigger. especially @monacoger napper
