In the mornin` you go gunnin` for the man who stole your water
And you fire `til 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
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin` `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 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
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turnin` `round and `round
You go back, Jack, do it again