IN THE MOR NIN'

YOU GO GUN NIN'

FOR THE MAN

WHO STOLE YOUR WA TER

THEN YOU FIRE

TILL HE'S DONE IN

BUT THEY CATCH YOU

AT THE BOR DER

AND THE MOUR NERS

ARE ALL SING IN'

AS THEY DRAG YOU

BY YOUR FEET

BUT THE HANG MAN

IS N'T HANG IN'

AND THEY PUT YOU

ON THE STREET

YOU GO BACK

JACK

DO IT A GAIN

WHEELS TUR NIN'

'ROUND AND 'ROUND

YOU GO BACK

JACK

DO IT A GAIN

WHEN YOU KNOW

YOU'RE NO HIGH-CLIMBER

AND YOU FIND OUT

YOUR ONLY FRIEND

IN A ROOM

WITH A TWO-TIMER

AND YOU'RE SURE

YOU'RE NEAR THE END

THEN YOU LOVE

A LITTLE WILD ONE

YOU BRING TO HER SMILE

ONLY SORROW

ALL THE TIME THAT

YOU KNOW

YOU'RE SMILIN'

YOU'LL BE

ON YOUR KNEES

TOMORROW CRYIN'

NOW YOU SWEAR

AND KICK AND BEG US

THAT YOU'RE NOT

A GAM BLIN' MAN

THEN YOU FIND

YOU'RE BACK IN VE GAS

WITH A HAN DLE

IN YOUR HAND

YOU GO BACK

JACK

DO IT A GAIN

WHEELS TUR NIN'

'ROUND AND 'ROUND

YOU GO BACK

JACK

DO IT A GAIN

YOUR BLACK CARDS

CAN MAKE YOU MON EY

SO YOU HIDE THEM

WHEN YOU'RE A BLE

IN THE LAND OF

MILK AND HON EY

YOU MUST PUT THEM

ON THE TA BLE

YOU GO BACK

JACK

DO IT A GAIN

WHEELS TUR NIN'

'ROUND AND 'ROUND

YOU GO BACK

JACK

DO IT A GAIN

COME ON BACK

COME ON BACK