Jackson - George Strait, Martina McBride

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…