Billy Edd Wheeler/Jed Peters

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 Gonna mess around I'm goin' to Jackson You know I'm pleasure bound

Well, you go on, sweet daddy, go ahead and wreck your health Play your hand like a lover man and make a big fool of yourself
Go on to Jackson Comb your hair Gotta snowball Jackson See if I care

When I breeze into that city, people gonna scrape and bow All them women gonna beg me teach 'em what they don't know how
I'm goin' down to Jackson Turn loose my coat I'm goin' to Jackson "Goodbye," that's all she wrote

When they laugh at you in Jackson, I'll be dancin' on the pony keg Then I'll lead you 'round town like a scolded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs
So, go on down to Jackson You big talkin' man I'll be waitin' in Jackson behind my Japan fan