I'm a Jackson guy when it comes to the lower 48
We got married in a fever,
Hotter than a pepper sprout,
We been talking 'bout Jackson,
Ever since the fire went out.
I'm going to Jackson,
I'm gonna mess around.
Yeah, I'm going to Jackson,
Look out Jackson Town.
We're going down to Jackson,
Go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talking man,
And make a big fool of yourself.
Yeah, go to Jackson,
Go comb your hair.
I'm then gonna snowball Jackson,
See if I care.
When I breeze into that city,
People gonna stoop and bow,
All them woman gonna make me,
Teach 'em what they don't know how.
I'm going to Jackson,
You turn loose my coat,
Cause I'm going to Jackson,
Goodbye, that's all she wrote.
They're gonna laugh at you in Jackson,
And I'll be dancing on a pony keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs.
Yeah, go to Jackson,
You big-talking man,
And I'll be waiting in Jackson,
Behind my Jay pan plan.
Well now, we got married in a fever,
Hotter than a pepper sprout.
We've been talking 'bout Jackson,
Ever since the fire went out.
I'm going to Jackson,
And that's a fact.
Yeah, we're going to Jackson,
Ain't never coming back.
We got married in a fever,
Hotter than a pepper sprout.
We've been talking 'bout Jackson,
Ever since the fire went out.
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