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 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, 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, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round

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 Keyboard Solo

 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 turinin' 'round and 'round