Sorry for the repost, had to change a line....
On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the pumper; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin’ out the window at the darkness
’til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, I’ve made a life out of stealing people's savings,
And getting them to buy more by the way I theorize.
So if you don’t mind my sayin’, I have seen you at the races.
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 face lost all expression.
Said, if you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to pump ’em, know when to dump ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re dishing out the fable.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when you sell into the run.
Now ev’ry pumper knows that the secret to decevin’
Is to divert the mark's attention from promises we don't keep.
’cause ev’ry stock's a winner and ev’ry stock's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to dump them on some sheep.
So when he’d finished speakin’, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the pumper, he was scheming.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to pump ’em, know when to dump ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re dishing out the fable.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when you sell into the run.
You got to know when to pump ’em, know when to dump ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re dishing out the fable.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when you sell into the run.
