Love Like Johnny & June
When Valentine’s Day rolls around, as it has today, we think about the love we’ve got and are grateful for, and we remember Great Loves of All Time, like the one Johnny and June had.
Whether or not you got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout, The Bitter Southerner wishes you a happy Valentine’s Day
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.
Lyrics by Billy Edd Wheeler and Jerry Lieber