G. Rodgers and B. Wheeler
We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around.
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, look out Jackson town.
Well, go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health
Go play our hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself
Yeah, go to Jackson, go comb your hair.
Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.
See if I care.
When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow.
Hah!
All them women gonna make me teach 'em what they don't know how
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.
'Cause, I'm goin' to Jackson
Goodbye, that's all she wrote.
But they'll laugh at you in Jackson
And I'll be dancin' 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-talkin' man
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Japan Fan, well.
We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.