In the morning you go gunning for the man who stole your water
Then you fight till he is dying but they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singing as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hanging and they put you on the street
You go back, jack, do it again
Wheels turning 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
Then you love a little wild one but she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smiling you'll be on your knees tomorrow
You go back, jack, do it again
Wheels turning round and round
You go back, jack, do it again
Now you swear when kicking Vegas that you are not a gambling man
Then you find you're back in Vegas with a handle in your hand
No 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 turning round and round
You go back, jack, do it again |