Jackson — текст песни (Kingston Trio)

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.