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
But the hangman isn't hangin' so they put you on the street
And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turinin' 'round and 'round You go back, Jack, do it again In a room with your two timer, but you're sure you're near the end
When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend
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 Guitar Solo
Keyboard Solo Then you find you're back in Vegas with a handle in your hand
Now you swear and kick and beg us that yopu're not a gamblin' man,
In the land of milk and honey you must put them on the table
Your black cards can bring you money so you hide them when you're able .
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