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Jackson (feat. June Carter)

Johnny Cash


We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,
We've been talking about 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.

Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your 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 going to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.
'Cos I'm going to Jackson.
"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.

But they'll 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 Jaypan Fan,

Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,
We've been talking about 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.

Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout'
And we've been talking about Jackson, ever since the fire went...

(To Fade.)

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