Jackson (Alan That Is) — текст песни (Cledus T. Judd)

Parody of Jackson by Johnny Cash (G. Rogers/E. Weeler), Bexhill Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Quarter Music Inc. (ASCAP)
New lyrics by Cledus T. judd and Chris Clark, La-Po Music (BMI)/Music Genesis (ASCAP)

Well, I start runnin` a fever
Every time he opens his mouth
She`s been gawkin` at Jackson
Ever since his first song came out

Oh, she loves Alan Jackson
And his pretty blonde hair

Oh, I love Alan Jackson

I ain`t got a prayer

Well, he tried dressin` like Jackson

Belt buckles, boots, and a hat
She said,
"Sorry hon, that won`t help you none
Because you`re just too dang fat."

Oh, I hate Alan Jackson
She sleeps with a piece of his coat

Oh, I love Alan Jackson

`Cause of them songs he wrote

Well, I went backstage at his concert
I got on his bus somehow

That big talkin` man and his little five piece band
Just taught her what I didn`t know how
Gosh, I hate Alan Jackson

Now I`m his openin` act
Oh, I love Alan Jackson

She`s never comin` back
...She loves you man!

Oh, I start runnin` a fever
Every time he opens his mouth
She`s been gawkin` at Jackson
Ever since his first song came out
Oh, she loves Alan Jackson
Makes me want to cuss

(Ha!) Oh, he hates Alan Jackson

Think I`ll blow up his bus

Yeah,
Someday I`ll Rock His Jukebox!

No You`re not!

Ha! Might hit him with a Tall, Tall, Tree!

Well, he just might hit you back!

Well, I tell you what!
I`ll show him The Real World!
He`ll think Real World when they find him way down yonder in the bottom of the Chattahoochie!

Oh yeah! He just might run ya over with his Mercury!

I tell ya what, tell him to meet me somewhere!

Hey Hoss, meet him at Midnight In Montgomery!

Wanted, my life back!

Who Says You Can`t Have It All?

Alan Jackson.