IN THE MORNIN'
YOU GO GUNNIN'
FOR THE MAN
WHO STOLE YOUR WATER
THEN YOU FIRE
TILL HE'S DONE IN
BUT THEY CATCH YOU
AT THE BORDER
AND THE MOURNERS
ARE ALL SINGIN'
AS THEY DRAG YOU
BY YOUR FEET
BUT THE HANGMAN
ISN'T HANGIN'
AND THEY PUT YOU
ON THE STREET
YOU GO BACK
JACK
DO IT AGAIN
WHEELS TURNIN'
'ROUND AND 'ROUND
YOU GO BACK
JACK
DO IT AGAIN
WHEN YOU KNOW
YOU'RE NO HIGH-CLIMBER
AND YOU FIND OUT
YOUR ONLY FRIEND
IN A ROOM
WITH A TWO-TIMER
AND YOU'RE SURE
YOU'RE NEAR THE END
THEN YOU LOVE
A LITTLE WILD ONE
YOU BRING TO HER SMILE
ONLY SORROW
ALL THE TIME THAT
YOU KNOW
YOU'RE SMILIN'
YOU'LL BE
ON YOUR KNEES
TOMORROW CRYIN'
NOW YOU SWEAR
AND KICK AND BEG US
THAT YOU'RE NOT
A GAMBLIN' MAN
THEN YOU FIND
YOU'RE BACK IN VEGAS
WITH A HANDLE
IN YOUR HAND
YOU GO BACK
JACK
DO IT AGAIN
WHEELS TURNIN'
'ROUND AND 'ROUND
YOU GO BACK
JACK
DO IT AGAIN
YOUR BLACK CARDS
CAN MAKE YOU MONEY
SO YOU HIDE THEM
WHEN YOU'RE ABLE
IN THE LAND OF
MILK AND HONEY
YOU MUST PUT THEM
ON THE TABLE
YOU GO BACK
JACK
DO IT AGAIN
WHEELS TURNIN'
'ROUND AND 'ROUND
YOU GO BACK
JACK
DO IT AGAIN
COME ON BACK
COME ON BACK