Singer(At Folsom Prison -

Johnny Cash Singer(At Folsom Prison - Album

26.Jackson

Lyricist:B. E. Wheeler;G. Rogers
Writer(s):G. RogersB. E. Wheeler

We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson I'm gonna mess around
Yeah I'm goin' 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
You're goin' 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 goin' to Jackson you turn-a loose-a my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.
'Goodbye' that's all she wrote.

But they'll laugh at you in Jackson and I'll be dancin' on a
Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound
With your tail tucked between your legs
You're goin' to Jackson you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson behind my Jaypan Fan

Well now we got married in a fever hotter than a pepper Sprout
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson and that's a fact.
Yeah we're goin' to Jackson ain't never comin' back.

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