Jackson

<br>Billy Edd Wheeler/Jed Peters<br><br>We got married in a fever. Hotter than a pepper sprout. We`ve been talkin` `bout Jackson ever since the fire went out.<br>I`m goin` to Jackson. Gonna mess around. I`m goin` to Jackson. You know I`m pleasure bound.<br><br>Well, you go on, sweet daddy, go ahead and wreck your health. Play your hand like a lover man and make a big fool of yourself.<br>Go on to Jackson. Comb your hair. Gotta snowball Jackson. See if I care.<br><br>When I breeze into that city, people gonna scrape and bow. All them women gonna beg me teach `em what they don`t know how.<br>I`m goin` down to Jackson. Turn loose my coat. I`m goin` to Jackson. &quot;Goodbye,&quot; that`s all she wrote.<br><br>When they laugh at you in Jackson, I`ll be dancin` on the pony keg. Then I`ll lead you `round town like a scolded hound,<br>With your tail tucked between your legs.<br>So, go on down to Jackson. You big talkin` man. I`ll be waitin` in Jackson behind my Japan fan.