In the morning 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 singing,
as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hanging,
and 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!
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 smiling,
you'll be on your knees tomorrow.
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.