In the morning you go gunning for the man who stole your water,
And you fire 'til he is done in, but they catch you at the border.
And the mourners are all singing as they drag you by your feet,
But the Hangman isn't hanging, so they put you on the street.
You go back, Jack, do it again.
Wheel turning 'round and 'round.
You go back, Jack, do it again.
Somebody said it hit 71F here today. Right now it's 62F and the sun has just set.
Cheers!
Rick...
