Jackson City Blues
When I’m in Jackson Baby I wanna stuff all the holes When I’m in Jackson Baby Don’t wanna leave out yours So when I’m sneaking ‘round your house tonight Leave out the keys to your doors You know I’m wanted Who kills me gets a pretty pay The cops are behind me Listen you can still hear them bay So this night may be the last time baby Cause I may get dead anyday I gotta leave you I’m gonna live in the North Leave for Chicago to be a worker of Mr Ford So this night may be the last time , baby You satisfy your poor coon boy Jackson blues… It’s the Jackson city blues Jackson blues It’s the Jackson city blues I’ve changed my Mississippi for a dirty Chicago blues (© 1989 Fábián A.)