Testo: Kingston Trio. Jackson.

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