Jackson
Johnny Cash and June Carter
 

Midi 1(Bb120)   Midi 2(Bb125)   Midi 3(F230) Midi 4(C110)* - Harp
Tabbed by Mark Purintun 9-05

Johnny:
 -45  5   5   5  -4 4   -4 5    -4 5 5    5  5  5  -4  4  -4 5      RRRR
| We got married in a | fever, | hotter than a pepper (a) sprout, |      |
   -4 5   5 r 5  -4  4 -4   5 r 5     -6 6   5    -4 4 -4   5     4   -4 5  -4  4  -2
| We've been talkin' about Jackson, | ever since the fire went | out. Lord I'm gon ta |
    3  3      4  -4  4 -4 4 -4 4    -45       4   -45 -45   -4 4    -2  3   
| Jackson, | I'm gonna mess a  a | round, | Yeah, I'm goin' t  o | Jackson, |
   4-4 -4 4 -45  -4     4----> rRR   RRRR   RRRR
| look ou t Jackson | town. |      |      |      |

June:
  -4 5   5  5   5  -4 4    -4  5    -45 5  5   5    5 5   4   -4 5----> RR
| Well, go on down to o | Jackson; | go ahead and wreck your health. |     |
 -45   5 r  5    5   -4  4     -4 5  r 5      -6  6  5  -4 4 -4   5  
| Go play your hand you big-| talkin' man, | make a big fool of your |
    4    -4   -4-4 -4  4     -23 3     4 -4  4 -4 4 -4 4   -4 5
| self, yeah,  go  to (a) | Jackson; | yeah go comb your | hair! |

Johnny:
 RR 4 -45 -45   -4   4     -2  3
|  Honey, I'll snowball | Jackson.

June:
   4     -4  -44 -45 -4     4 ---> RR   RRRR   RRRR
 yeah, | an' see  if  I | care. |     |      |      |

Johnny:
  -4 5 5    5   5 -4   4    -4 5   -4 5 5   5  5   5   -4 4 -4 5   RR  June
| When I breeze into that | city, | people gonna stoop and   bow. |   (Hah!) |

 -4 5   5 r 5 -4  4    -4   5 r 5      -6    6   5  -4 4  -4     5
| All them women gon | na make me, | teach 'em what they don't know |
   4  -4 5  5   -4  4   -2 3 3      4   -4  4   -4  4 -4  4  -4 5
| how, I I I'm gon ta | Jackson, | you turn-a loose-a  m  y  coat. |
  R 4  -4 5 -4 5  -4   4    -2  3      4      -4   -4 4   -45  -4     4
| 'Cos, (a)  I'm gon' ta | Jackson. "Good, | bye," that's all she | wrote. |

Additional verse:
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,
Yeah, go 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.
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...

(To Fade.)