Rosanne Cash - Jackson Lyrics
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Jackson
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What Are The Lyrics For Jackson By Rosanne Cash?
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, You're goin' 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. 'Cause 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, You're goin' 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 out. 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 |
Who Wrote Jackson By Rosanne Cash?
John Barry, Leslie Bricusse
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What's The Duration Of The Jackson By Rosanne Cash?The duration of Jackson is 3:04 minutes and seconds. |
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