(Jerry Lieber/Billy Edd-Wheeler)
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We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,
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We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
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I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
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Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
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Look out Jackson town.
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Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
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Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,
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Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!
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Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.
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See if I care.
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When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow.
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All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,
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I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.
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'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.
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"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.
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But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg.
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They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,
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With your tail tucked between your legs,
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Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
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And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan,
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Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,
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We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went.
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I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
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Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.
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Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout'
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Jackson
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