{To the tune of "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers}On a cold winter morning
At an auction selling iron
I met up with a jockey, we were both too cold to speak
So we took turns bidding on the iron they were selling
Til frustration overtook us and he began to speak
He said son I've made a life out of buying this old iron,
Knowing where the bid was by the way they held their eyes
And if you don't mind my saying, I can see they like to run you
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
Then he stood there deathly quiet and his face lost all expression
Said if you're gonna play the game boy you'd better learn to play it right Chorus
You've got to know what to bid on
Know when to bail out
Know what to haul away, know what to keep
You never count your money while you're standing at the auction,
There'll be time enough for counting when the biddin's done
{End chorus} Every jockey knows, that the secret to surviving
Is knowing what to haul away, and knowing what to keep
'Cause every deal's a winner, and every deal's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to sell more than you keep
And when he finished speaking, he turned back to the auctioneer,
Crushed out his cigarette, and raised his hand and bid
And somewhere in his lifetime, every jockey will break even
And in this old man's words I found a deal that I could keep Repeat chorus
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