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 And the mourners are all singin' As they drag you by your feet But the hangman isn't hangin' So they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again Wheels turnin' 'round and 'round You go back, Jack, do it again
When 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 near the end 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
You go back, Jack, do it again Wheels turnin' 'round and 'round You go back, Jack, do it again
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 can bring you money So you hide them when you're able In the land of milk and honey You must put them on the table
You go back, Jack, do it again Wheels turnin' 'round and 'round You go back, Jack, do it again
Compositores: Walter Becker, Donald FagenPublicado em 2012 (28/Mar) e lançado em 1972 (01/Mar)ECAD verificado fonograma #2431380 em 11/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM