Album Name : Rumbleseat Is Dead
Release Date : 2005-07-12
Song Duration : 2:37
Rumbleseat Jackson
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.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.
"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.
They'll make a fool of 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, with my 12 guage in
hand,
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.
