Από το άλμπουμ Can’t Buy a Thrill του 1972
In the mornin’ you go gunnin’ for the man who stole your waterAnd you fire ’til he is done in but they catch you at the borderAnd the mourners are all singin’ as they drag you by your feetBut the hangman isn’t hangin’ and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin’ ’round and ’roundYou go back, Jack, do it again
When you know she’s no high climber then you find your only friendIn a room with your two-timer, and you’re sure you’re near the endThen you love a little wild one and she brings you only sorrowAll the time you know she’s smilin’ you’ll be on your knees tomorrow, yeah
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin’ ’round and ’roundYou go back, Jack, do it again
Now you swear and kick and beg us that you’re not a gamblin’ manThen you find you’re back in Vegas with a handle in your handYour black cards can make you money so you hide them when you’re ableIn the land of milk and honey, you must put them on the table
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turnin’ ’round and ’roundYou go back, Jack, do it again
