Jackson
Nancy Sinatra sings “Jackson” with Lee Hazlewood
lyrics:
BOTH: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We been talkin’ ’bout Jackson
LEE: Ever since the fire went out
I’m goin’ to Jackson, I’m gonna mess around (yeah?)
Yeah, I’m goin’ to Jackson, look out Jackson town
NANCY: Well, go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health (hmm)
Go play your hand, you big-talkin’ man, make a big fool of yourself
Yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, but go comb that hair
LEE: I’m gonna snowball Jackson
NANCY: Go ahead and see if I care
LEE: When I breeze inta that city, the people gonna stoop and bow (ha ha)
All them women gonna make me teach ’em what they don’t know how
I’m goin’ to Jackson, ya turn-a loose-a my coat
’cause I’m goin’ to Jackson
NANCY: Goodbye, that’s all she wrote
NANCY: They’ll laugh at you in Jackson (I doubt it)
And I’ll be dancin’ on a pony keg
They’ll lead you ’round that town like a scalded hound
With your tail tucked between your legs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin’ man
And I’ll be waitin’ there in Jackson behind my *Japan* fan
BOTH: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We been talkin’ ’bout Jackson ever since the fire went ou-ou-out
Go to Jackson and that’s a natural fact
We’re goin’ to Jackson, ain’t never comin’ back
BOTH: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
FADE
We been talkin’ ’bout Jackson
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