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

You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' '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

You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' '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 turinin' 'round and 'round

You go back, Jack, do it again