Text\/Musik: Walter Becker & Donald Fagen<\/p>\n
In the mornin‘ you go gunnin‘
\nfor the man who stole your water
\nand you fire ‚till he is done in
\nbut they catch you at the border<\/p>\n
And the mourners are all singin‘
\nas they drag you by your feet
\nbut the hangman isn’t hangin‘
\nso they put you on the street<\/p>\n
You go back, Jack, do it again
\nWheel’s turnin‘ round and ‚round
\nYou go back, Jack, do it again<\/p>\n
When you know she’s no highclimber
\nthen you find your only friend
\nin a room with your two-timer
\nand you’re sure you’re near the end<\/p>\n
Then you love a little wild one
\nand she brings you only sorrow
\nall the time you know she’s smilin‘
\nyou’ll be on your knees tomorrow<\/p>\n
Du gehst back, Jack, do it again
\nWheel’s turnin‘ round and round
\nDu gehst back, Jack, do it again<\/p>\n
You go back, Jack, do it again
\nWheel’s turnin‘ round and ‚round
\nYou go back, Jack, do it again<\/p>\n
And now you swear and kick and beg us
\nthat you’re not a gamblin‘ man
\nThen you find you’re back in Vegas
\nwith a handle in your hand<\/p>\n
Your black cards could make you money
\nso you hide them when you’re able
\nIn the land of milk and honey
\nyou must put them on the table<\/p>\n