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' And they put you on the street
Let's go
Well 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 at the end Then you love a little wild one But she brings you only sorrow All the time you know she's smilin' You'll be on your knees tomorrow
You go back, jack You go back Do it again Wheel's turnin' round And round You go back jack Do it again
Now your 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
You go back, jack Do it again Wheel turning round and round Back you go Come on to me Wheel turning round Beautifully Wheel turning round
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