Cledus T. Judd - Jackson (Alan That Is) lyrics

Well, I start runnin' a fever Every time he opens his mouth She's been gawkin' at Jackson Ever since his 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 Jackson Belt buckles, boots, and a hat She said "Sorry hon, that won't help you none Because you're just too dang fat." Oh, I hate Alan Jackson She sleeps with a piece of his coat Oh, I love Alan Jackson 'Cause of them songs he wrote Well, I went backstage at his concert I got on his bus somehow That big talkin' man and his little five piece band Just taught her what I didn't know how Gosh, I hate Alan Jackson Now I'm his openin' act Oh, I love Alan Jackson She's never comin' back ...She loves you man! Oh, I start runnin' a fever Every time he opens his mouth She's been gawkin' at Jackson Ever since his first song came out Oh, she loves Alan Jackson Makes me want to cuss (Ha!) Oh, he hates Alan Jackson Think I'll blow up his bus Yeah Someday I'll Rock His Jukebox! No You're not! Ha! Might hit him with a Tall, Tall, Tree! Well, he just might hit you back! Well, I tell you what! I'll show him The Real World! He'll think Real World when they find him way down yonder in the bottom of the Chattahoochie! Oh yeah! He just might run ya over with his Mercury! I tell ya what, tell him to meet me somewhere! Hey Hoss, meet him at Midnight In Montgomery! Wanted, my life back! Who Says You Can't Have It All? Alan Jackson