Lyrics:

In the mornin' you go gunnin'
For the man who stole your water
Then you thought you're in his garden
But they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all hangin'
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin'
And they’ll put you on the street

You go back, Jack, do it again
Wheel turnin' around and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
When you know she's no high climber
Then you’ll 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 turnin' around and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
Now you swear and kick in Vegas
That you're not a gamblin' man
Then you’ll find you back in Vegas
With a handle in your hand
Your black cars can make you money
So you hide them with your papers
In the land of milk and honey
You must put them on the table, yeah
You go back, Jack, do it again
Wheel turnin' around and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again