Nancy Sinatra - Jackson

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 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