| 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 isnt 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 shes 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 youre sure youre 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 shes smilin
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| Youll 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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| Now you swear and kick and beg us
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| That youre not a gamblin man
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| Then you find youre 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 youre able
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| In the land of milk and honey
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| You must put them on the table |