In the morning you go gunning for the man who stole your water.
And you fire 'till he's done, but they catch you on the border.
And the mourners are all singing as they drag you by your feet.
But the Hangman isn't hanging, so they put you on the street.

You go back, Jack, do it again.
Wheel turning 'round and 'round.
You go back, Jack, do it again.

Well you know she's no high climber, then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer, but 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.
Wheel turning '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 bring 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