Jackson (alan That Is) Lyrics - Cledus T. Judd

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 

Oh, he hates Alan Jackson 

Think I'll blow up his bus 

Yeah, someday I'll rock his jukebox 

No, you're not 

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