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 isnt hangin

And they put you on the street

You go back jack do it again

Wheel 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

Youll be on your knees tomorrow

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 make you money

So you hide them when you're able

In the land of milk and honey

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