| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Yeah, go 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 |
| 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… |