Hey, will you sing a song with me?
I would be very pleased to sing a song with you
Sure look nice
Thank you, I'm glad to be back in Folsom
Well I like watch you talk
I'm talking with my mouth

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
I'm goin' to Jackson
"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.

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, I'm 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

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Billy Edd Wheeler, Jerry Leiber