In the mornin' you go gunnin' For the man who stole your water Then you fire till he's 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 you're no high climber Then you find out your only friend In a room with a two timer And you're sure you're near the end Then you love a little wild one You bring to a smile [unverified] All the time that you know you're smilin' You'll be on your knees tomorrow cryin' 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 You go back, Jack, do it again Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round You go back, Jack, do it again 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, yeah You go back, Jack, do it again Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round You go back, Jack, do it again