| 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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| So they put you on the street
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| You go back, Jack
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| Do it again
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| Wheel' turnin' round and 'round
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| You go back, Jack
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| Do it again
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| When you know she’s no 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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| And all the time you know she’s smilin'
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| You’ll be the one on your knees tomorrow
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| You go back, Jack
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| Do it again
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| Wheel' turnin' round and 'round
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| You go back, Jack
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| Do it again
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| Now your swear and kick and beg us
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| That you’re not a gambling 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
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| Do it again
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| Wheel' turnin' round and 'round
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| You go back, Jack
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| Do it again |