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