In the mornin' you go gunnin'For the man who stole your waterAnd you fire till he is done inBut they catch you at the borderAnd the mourners are all singin'As they drag you by your feetBut the hangman isn't hangin'So they put you on the streetYou go back, Jack, do it againWheels turnin' 'round and 'roundYou go back, Jack, do it againWhen you know she's no high climberThen you find your only friendIn a room with your two timerAnd you're sure you're near the endThen you love a little wild oneAnd she brings you only sorrowAll the time you know she's smilin'You'll be on your knees tomorrowYou go back, Jack, do it againWheels turnin' 'round and 'roundYou go back, Jack, do it againNow you swear and kick and beg usThat you're not a gamblin' manThen you find you're back in VegasWith a handle in your handYour black cards can bring you moneySo you hide them when you're ableIn the land of milk and honeyYou must put them on the tableYou go back, Jack, do it againWheels turnin' 'round and 'roundYou go back, Jack, do it again
