In the morning you go gunning for the man who stole your water
And you fire 'til he is done in but they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singing as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hanging and they put you on the street
Let's go

a-a-a-ha
a-a-a-ha
And you 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 smiling
You'll be on your knees tomorrow
You

a-a-a-ha
a-ha-ha-yah...
You go back jack
You go back yes
Do it again
Wheel turning round and round

You go back, jack
Do it again
a-a-a-ha

Now you 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 will make you money so you hide them when you're able
In the land of milk and honey boy, you must put them on the table
 

You go
You go back, jack
Do it again
Wheel turning round
Sweet boy, you go back, jack
Do it again

I found you now
Come on to me sweet boy
hah-a-a-ha...
Wheel turning round
Wheel turning round beautifully
Wheel turning round
mmm-hmmm