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
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round You go back, Jack, do it again
When 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
All the time you know she's smilin'; you'll be on your knees tomorrow
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' '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
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round You go back, Jack, do it again