In the mornin' you go gunnin'
for the man
who stole your water
And you fire till he is 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 yeah
You go back Jack do it again
Wheel turnin'
'round and 'round
You go back Jack do it again
Well you know
she's no high climber
Then you find your only friend
in a room with your two-timer
And you're sure
you're near the end
Then you love
a little wild one
And she brings you
only sorrow
All the time you
know she's smilin'
You'll be on your
knees tomorrow yeah
You go back Jack do it again
Wheel turnin'
'round and 'round
You go back Jack do it again
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
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 yeah
You go back Jack do it again
Wheel turnin'
'round and 'round
You go back Jack do it again