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



Chorus



Guitar Solo

Keyboard Solo



Now you swear and kick and beg us that yopu'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



Chorus



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