The song “Jackson” was composed by Jerry Leiber and Billy Edd Wheeler, and recorded for the first time by Billy Edd Wheeler.
Best known for the country recording of Johnny Cash and June Carter, which reached number 2 on the Billboard Country Singles charts, it became one of Johnny Cash’s most popular songs.
The lyrics of the song are about a marriage, in which the flame of love is turned off, and they decide to travel to the city of Jackson
Some Versions
Billy Ed Wheeler & Joan Sommer December 1963
Johnny Cash and June Carter February 6, 1967
Nancy Sinatra with Lee Hazlewood June 1967
Jimmy Dean and Dottie West November 1970
Truck Stop 1975
Nino Tempo & April Stevens 1982
Jerry Williams with Ardis 1996
Mandy Barnett & Chuck Mead September 17, 2002
Carlene Carter and Ronnie Dunn June 2007
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Johnny Cash, June Carter Cash – Jackson Lyrics
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.
‘Cos 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…
