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In the mornin' you go gunnin' |
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For the man who stole your water |
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And you fire till he is done in |
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But they catch you at the border |
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And the mourners are all singin' |
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As they drag you by your feet |
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But the hangman isn't hangin' |
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And they put you on the street |
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You go back, Jack, do it again |
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Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round |
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You go back, Jack, do it again |
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When you know she's no high climber |
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Then you find your only friend |
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In a room with your two-timer |
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And you're sure you're near the end |
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Then you love a little wild one |
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And she brings you only sorrow |
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All the time you know she's smilin' |
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You'll be on your knees tomorrow |
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You go back, Jack, do it again |
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Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round |
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You go back, Jack, do it again |
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(Instrumental) |
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Now you swear and kick and beg us |
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That you're not a gamblin' man |
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Then you find you're back in Vegas |
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With a handle in your hand |
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Your black cards can make you money |
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So you hide them when you're able |
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In the land of milk and honey |
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You must put them on the table |
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You go back, Jack, do it again |
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Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round |
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You go back, Jack, do it again |