In the mornin' you go gunnin'   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 singin'   As they drag you by your feet   But the hangman isn't hangin'   And they put you on the street   Let's go      A-a-a-ha   A-a-a-ha   A-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 smilin'   You'll be on your knees tomorrow      You...   A-a-a-ha   A-ha-ha-yah...   You go, back, Jack   You go back   Yeh   Do it again   Wheel turnin' 'round   And 'round      Yeah, you go back, jack   Do it again   A-a-a-ha   A-ey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-      Now you swear and kick and beg us   That you're not a gamblin' 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, y-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 turnin' 'round   You know   Wheel turnin' 'round   Beautifully   Wheel turnin' 'round   Mmm-hmmm...