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In the mornin' you go gunnin' for the man who stole your water |
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And you fire till he is done in but they catch you at the border |
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And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet |
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But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street |
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You go back, Jack do it again, wheel turnin' round and round |
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You go back, Jack do it again |
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When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend |
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In a room with your two timer and you're sure you're near the end |
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Then you love a little wild one and she brings you only sorrow |
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All the time you know she's smilin' you'll be on your knees tomorrow |
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You go back, Jack do it again, 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 that you're not a gamblin', man |
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Then you find you're back in Vegas with a handle in your hand |
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Your black cards can make you money so you hide them when you're able |
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In the land of milk and honey, you must put them on the table, yeah |
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You go back, Jack do it again, wheel turnin' round and round |
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You go back, Jack do it again |
