Nancy & Lee
Album - 1 maggio 2009 - Debaser id 820889

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There´s no one in this world for me
There´s never gonna be

There´s no one in this world needs me
There´s never gonna be

Yet sometimes in my dreams I hear
Sundown, I miss you sundown
Sundown, I need you sundown
Come on, come on, come on, come on back to me
Come on, come on, come on, come on back to me

I need you sundown, I need you sundown

There´s no hands ever reached for me
There´s never gonna be
There´s no one meant for lonely me
There´s never gonna be

Yet sometimes in my dreams I hear
Sundown, I miss you sundown
Sundown, I want you sundown
Come on, come on, come on, come on back to me
Come on, come on, come on, come on back to me

I love you sundown
I love you sundown
I love you sundown

BOTH: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We been talkin' 'bout Jackson
LEE: Ever since the fire went out
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around (yeah?)
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, look out Jackson town

NANCY: Well, go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health (hmm)
Go play your hand, you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself
Yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, but go comb that hair
LEE: I'm gonna snowball Jackson
NANCY: Go ahead and see if I care

LEE: When I breeze inta that city, the people gonna stoop and bow (ha ha)
All them women gonna make me teach 'em what they don't know how
I'm goin' to Jackson, ya turn-a loose-a my coat
'cause I'm goin' to Jackson
NANCY: Goodbye, that's all she wrote

NANCY: They'll laugh at you in Jackson (I doubt it)
And I'll be dancin' on a pony keg
They'll lead you 'round that town like a scalded hound
With your tail tucked between your legs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man
And I'll be waitin' there in Jackson behind my *Japan* plan

BOTH: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
We been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went ou-ou-out
Go to Jackson and that's a natural fact
We're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back

BOTH: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
FADE
We been talkin' 'bout Jackson