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[Alan Jackson] 
The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow and so am I 
Work day passes like molasses in winter time, but it's July.
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
the cup, order it up
Who am I drinking tonight?

You might not have guessed
Judging by my heels and lacy dress
I'm a wide-neck Gretchen, Loretta Lynn
gonna be that way
Little girl you've been down here so long
I can tell by the way that you move you belong to

The Jackson Cage
Down in Jackson Cage
gonna be that way
Little girl you've been down here so long
I can tell by the way that you move you belong to

The Jackson Cage
Down in Jackson Cage
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am
he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
Written by Woodie Guthrie, Huddie Ledbetter & Alan Lomax

Ramblin' round your city
Ramblin' round your town
But I never see a friend I know
As I go
me frown
I need some music from Guitar Town
Come on play me a country song

Now Garth Brooks, he is on top
Alan Jackson's got his own juke box
good up here
I've gotten the jinx on me

(harmonica & guitar)

A-yon' come my baby
I can tell by the way she walk
I wouldn't know her so well
But I can
Now, but, ooh, the T.B's is killin' me 
Now, an' I want my body buried
Way down in Jackson, Tennessee 

Now, when I was upon my feet
An I
Tuesday morning, 8:15
I was riding to work on the
Jackson Park Express
Seemed like any other day
Then my whole world changed
In a way I never could
bicycle!"
PAUL MCCARTNEY AND MICHAEL JACKSON
"Gee Carol, those mud stains'll never wash out."
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
"Oh, Jean, what am I going to do?"
VAN HALEN
land 
Welcome to Nashville, land of opportunity 
Welcome to Nashville, your cab driver knows Alan Jackson 
Welcome to Nashville, the dreams are
bicycle!"
PAUL MCCARTNEY AND MICHAEL JACKSON
"Gee Carol, those mud stains'll never wash out."
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
"Oh, Jean, what am I going to do?"
VAN HALEN
quite taken in by it all
Till her brother came in the Spring
And he took her back to St. Paul

I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but
that bad

Then I asked her if she'd heard of Alan Jackson
And she said, "Didn't he sing that song
Called 'Where Were You'?"
I said, "Yeah, but girl, that
Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant
you too!
Awfully big jaws, now!
The way she do me boy
She might do you too!
Shake up the...
I'll tumble for ya!
Oh no!
The way she do me boy
She might
Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh! (A Letter from Camp)
Alan Sherman
Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh,
Here I am at Camp Grenada

Camp is very entertaining
The sun is hot and that old clock,
Is movin' slow, and so am I.
Work day passes like molasses,
In winter time, but it's July.

Getting paid by
Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times

Uh, uh, yeah
"Look at the way he treats me" 
Shit,
attraction
Any ole dance will do
We like all the Jacksons
Janet, Michael, Tito, Stonewall, Jessie, Reggie, Alan too

Its hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust