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 signin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street, yeah

You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel 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, yeah

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

Now you swear and kick and beg us that you're not a gambling 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, yeah

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