Jackson

(álbum: Movin' With Nancy - 1968)

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?)
Yeah, I'm going to Jackson, look out Jackson town

Well, go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health (hmm)
Go play your hand, you big-talking man, make a big fool of yourself
Yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, but go comb that hair
I'm gonna snowball Jackson
Go ahead and see if I care

When I breeze inta that city, the people gonna stoop and bow (ha ha)
All them women gonna make me teach 'em what they don't know how
I'm going to Jackson, ya turn-a loose-a my coat
'cause I'm going to Jackson
Goodbye, that's all she wrote

They'll laugh at you in Jackson (I doubt it)
And I'll be dancing on a pony keg
They'll lead you 'round that town like a scalded hound
With your tail tucked between your legs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talking man
And I'll be waiting there in Jackson behind my *Japan* fan

We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We been talking 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went ou-ou-out
Go to Jackson and that's a natural fact
We're going to Jackson, ain't never coming back

We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We been talking 'bout Jackson