Per wikipedia: “Jackson” is a song written in 1963 by Billy Edd Wheeler and Jerry Leiber and first recorded by Wheeler. It is best known from two 1967 releases: a pop hit single by Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood, which reached number 14 on the Billboard Hot 100 and number 39 Easy Listening, and a country hit single by Johnny Cash and June Carter, which reached number two on the Billboard Country Singles chart

Actress Gaby Rodgers is cited as co-author of “Jackson”, because Leiber used his then-wife’s name as a pseudonym in writing the song with Wheeler. First recorded in 1963 by Wheeler, he explains the evolution of the song, and Leiber’s contribution:

‘Jackson’ came to me when I read the script for Edward Albee’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf (I was too broke to see the play on Broadway)…When I played it for Jerry [Leiber], he said ‘Your first verses suck,’ or words to that effect. ‘Throw them away and start the song with your last verse, “We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout.”‘ When I protested to Jerry that I couldn’t start the song with the climax, he said, ‘Oh, yes you can.’ So I rewrote the song and thanks to Jerry’s editing and help, it worked. I recorded the song on my first Kapp Records album, with Joan Sommer, an old friend from Berea, Kentucky, singing the woman’s part. Johnny Cash learned the song from that album, A New Bag of Songs, produced by Jerry and Mike.

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 going 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
Yeah, go 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 scolded 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 Japan 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

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm mhmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmm

Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout’
And we’ve been talkin’ ’bout Jackson, ever since the fire went…