Song Lyric Sunday: Hotter Than a Pepper Sprout!

Jim Adams is the host for SLS. This week’s theme: Educate, Learn, School, Teach. The song should reference the prompt in the title or lyrics. If it doesn’t, please explain why you chose it.


If you feel moved to rekindle the flames of love, here’s a lesson worth learning: remember to do it with your lawful wedded spouse. But if you must break your vows, don’t tell your better half about your plans because he/she/it will laugh in your face.

At least that’s the message I get whenever I listen to Jackson. This informative marriage manual was written in 1963 and became a massive hit for Johnny Cash and June Carter in 1967. And here they are, giving it beans live in Las Vegas in 1979.

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, I’m gonna mess around,
Honey, 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 scrape and bow.
All them women gonna make me, teach ’em what they don’t know how,
I’m goin’ to Jackson, you turn-a loosen my coat.
Honey, 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 scalded 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 Jaypan 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.

Songwriters: Lieber Jerry / Wheeler Billy Edd
© Sony/ATV Tunes LLC, Bexhill Music Co.

TMP30: Just Another Manic Monday!

Paula Light hosts The Monday Peeve – an opportunity to let rip and have a good old rant. There’s a weekly topic, but you’re free to vent about whatever displeases you.


Clicking on an article only to have it ask me to set up an account before I can read the wretched thing.

Scrolling through someone’s life history just to get to the on-line recipe. Sorry, love, I’m sure your grandmother was an amazing woman, but she’s not my family, and we aren’t friends (virtual or otherwise), so STFU.

Autocorrect – thank you for turning Kind Regards into Kind Retards.

The never-ending cycle of Windows Updates: Do not turn off your computer, do not leave the room, and don’t think of doing anything productive for the next half an hour.

The happy ten minutes faffing about in Settings to disable all the crap the updates re-enabled for me.

Followed by the Blue Screen of Death. Twice.

And this one really made my day…

Forgetting to wash my hands before going to the toilet after chopping hot chillies.