Sounds like a good one.
I'm going to Jackson.
I'm going to mess around.
I'm going to Jackson.
Look out Jackson Town.
Well, go on down to Jackson.
Go ahead and wreck your health.
What left of it?
Go play your head.
You big talking man.
Make a big fool of yourself.
Yeah, go to Jackson.
Go comb that hair, please.
I'm going to snowball Jackson.
See you by care.
When I breeze into that city,
people gonna stoop and bow.
All them women gonna make me teach them what they don't know now.
I'm going to Jackson.
Hey, Pernod Luce, my Coke.
Yeah, I'm going to Jackson.
Goodbye.
That's all she wrote.
They'll laugh at you in Jackson and I'll be dancing on a pony.
Hey,
hey,
they'll eat you round town like a scalded
hound with your tail tucked between your legs.
Yeah, go to Jackson.
You big talking man,
because I'll be waiting in Jackson behind a J-Pan fan.
Well,
we got married in a fever,
a hotter than a pepper sprout.
But we've been talking about Jackson ever since the fire went out.
We're going to Jackson and that's a natural fact.
Yeah, we're going to Jackson.
Ain't never coming back.
Ain't never coming back.
Ain't never coming back.
Thank you, Mike.
Thank you, folks.
I am going to slow down the tempo this time.
Do a song that is one of the most requested
of all the songs we've done in the past years.
And it makes me very proud.
It's a song that I wrote back a few years ago.
And we hope that you folks this evening might remember this one.