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

Let's go



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 at the end

Then you love a little wild one

But she brings you only sorrow

All the time you know she's smilin'

You'll be on your knees tomorrow



You go back, Jack

You go back

Do it again

Wheel's turnin' round and round

You go back, Jack

Do it again



Now your swear and kick and beg us

That you're not a gambling man

Then you find you're back in Vegas

With a handle in your hand

Your black cards will 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

Wheel turning round and round

You go back, Jack

Do it again

Back you go

Come on to me

Wheel turning round

Beautifully

Wheel turning round