Ain't no Jackson like the one you are
Four paper dollars in a silver car
Turn up the rumble till it goes like that
Old Mississippi had it, howlin' river cat
No matter where you stay or layin' low
Two days shakin' off that rodeo
Turn up the jukebox till you hear the scat
Yeah, yeah, tool you up in forty, forty seconds flat
Mmm, down in the hollow, can't catch the blues
Throw down your sorrows and turn up the juice
You know you got the gumption and you got the gall
Settle in for your gentlemen's high speed ball
Leave your fancy in your leather cape
Oh, boots are stompin', darlin', all around the place
Go down in the hollow, can't catch the blues
Throw down your sorrow and turn up the juice
Can't nobody ever tell the truth, no
Throw down your sorrow and turn up the juice
Turn up the juice (turn up the juice)
Turn up the juice
Turn up the juice
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