Lyrics Waylon Jennings

Waylon Jennings

Do It Again

In the morning you go gunning

For the man who stole your water

And you fire till he's done in

But they catch you on the border

And the mourners are all singing

As they drag you by your feet

But the Hangman isn't hanging

And they put you on the street

You go back, Jack, do it again

Wheels turning 'round and 'round

You go back, Jack, do it again

Well, 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 turning 'round and 'round

You go back, Jack, do it again

Now you'll 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 turning 'round and 'round

You go back, Jack, do it again