The Contractor (Based on 'The Gambler' by Kenny Rogers)
On a warm summer’s eve
On a train bound from London
I met up with a contractor
We were both too tired to tweet
So we took turns on LinkedIn
At the windows on the tablet
The boredom overtook us
And he began to speak
He said, “Son, I’ve made a life
Out of writing software pages
Knowin what the codes were
By the way they that they compiled
If you don’t mind me a sayin
I can see you’re out of Facebook
For a taste of your Starbucks
I’ll give you some advice
So I handed him my grande
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a handkerchief
And he asked me for a mint
And the night got deathly quiet
And his face 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 how to grow them
Know when to code them
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your billings
When you’re sitting with a client
There’ll be time enough for counting
When the client’s gone
Now every contractor knows
That the secret to surviving
Is knowing what the client will pay
And knowing what’s too steep
Cause every contracts a winner
And every agent’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep
And when he finished speakin’
He went back to his tablet
Crushed out his grande cup
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The Contactor he broke even
But in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep
You’ve got to know when to throw them
Know when to code them
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your billings
When you’re sitting with a client
There’ll be time enough for counting
When the client’s gone
On a warm summer’s eve
On a train bound from London
I met up with a contractor
We were both too tired to tweet
So we took turns on LinkedIn
At the windows on the tablet
The boredom overtook us
And he began to speak
He said, “Son, I’ve made a life
Out of writing software pages
Knowin what the codes were
By the way they that they compiled
If you don’t mind me a sayin
I can see you’re out of Facebook
For a taste of your Starbucks
I’ll give you some advice
So I handed him my grande
And he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a handkerchief
And he asked me for a mint
And the night got deathly quiet
And his face 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 how to grow them
Know when to code them
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your billings
When you’re sitting with a client
There’ll be time enough for counting
When the client’s gone
Now every contractor knows
That the secret to surviving
Is knowing what the client will pay
And knowing what’s too steep
Cause every contracts a winner
And every agent’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep
And when he finished speakin’
He went back to his tablet
Crushed out his grande cup
And faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness
The Contactor he broke even
But in his final words
I found an ace that I could keep
You’ve got to know when to throw them
Know when to code them
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your billings
When you’re sitting with a client
There’ll be time enough for counting
When the client’s gone
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