A song by Billy Edd Wheeler and Gaby Rodgers. The version posted here comes from a Johnny Cash/June Carter duet, one of many renditions they must have recorded over the years - Johnny is in your left channel, and June is in your right. It was a hit for them in 1967; there was also a version back then by Nancy Sinatra and her producer Lee Hazlewood, also a hit. Didn't Pansy Division also record this?


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...

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
'Cause, 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 J-Pan fan.

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


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