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Text: ““The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers)

Posters are printed on 170 gsm silk paper, whilst giclees are printed on Hahnemühle German Etching, a heavy-duty 310 gsm paper with a slightly more textured finish than photo rag and a velvety matte surface.

Each custom stretched canvas begins with a 12-colour Giclée print on 400 gsm standard primed canvas. We then make a custom wooden frame from European knotless pine and stretch the rolled canvas print over it, each having a 38mm canvas frame depth.

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Text: ““The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers)

Posters are printed on 170 gsm silk paper, whilst giclees are printed on Hahnemühle German Etching, a heavy-duty 310 gsm paper with a slightly more textured finish than photo rag and a velvety matte surface.

Each custom stretched canvas begins with a 12-colour Giclée print on 400 gsm standard primed canvas. We then make a custom wooden frame from European knotless pine and stretch the rolled canvas print over it, each having a 38mm canvas frame depth.

TEXT:

On a warm summer's eve

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

The boredom overtook us, he began to speak

He said, "Son, I've made a life

Out of readin' people's faces

Knowin' what the cards were

By the way they held their eyes

So if you don't mind me sayin'

I can see you're out of aces

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

And the night got deathly quiet

And his faced lost all expression

He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy

You gotta learn to play it right

You've got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

You never count your money

When you're sittin' at the table

There'll be time enough for countin'

When the dealin's done

Every gambler knows

That the secret to survivin'

Is knowin' what to throw away

And knowin' what to keep

'Cause every hand's a winner

And every hand's a loser

And the best that you can hope for

Is to die in your sleep"

And when he nished speakin'

He turned back toward the window

Crushed out his cigarette

And faded o to sleep

And somewhere in the darkness

The gambler he broke even

And in his nal words

I found an ace that I could keep

You've got to know when to hold 'em

Know when to fold 'em

Know when to walk away

And know when to run