Theresa Haggard - Jackson Lyrics
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Jackson
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What Are The Lyrics For Jackson By Theresa Haggard?
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' down 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 Go on 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 And 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' down to Jackson Goodbye, that's all she wrote They'll laugh at you in Jackson Well, I'ma dancin' on a Pony Keg They'll lead you 'round town like the scalded hound With your tail tucked between your legs Come on to Jackson You big-talkin' man I'll be waitin' in Jackson Behind my Jaypan Fan Well, 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' down to Jackson Ain't never comin' back Well, 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 You have to loosen my coat I'm goin' down on to Jackson Goodbye, that's all she wrote Now we're goin' home |
Who Wrote Jackson By Theresa Haggard?
Jerry Leiber, Billy Edd Wheeler
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What's The Duration Of The Jackson By Theresa Haggard?The duration of Jackson is 3:10 minutes and seconds. |
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