| 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' | 
| So they put you on the street | 
| You go back, Jack, do it again | 
| Wheels turnin' '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 turnin' '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 | 
| Wheels turnin' 'round and 'round | 
| You go back, Jack, do it again |