I was born seven miles out of Jackson
In a house Daddy built with his hands
I grew up helping Dad make a living
Farming that poor Jackson land
And at night we’d sit on the front porch
And we’d sing those old gospel songs
And you’d think the way Mon and Dad raised me
That I could have never done wrong

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Take me back to Jackson
That’s where I belong
Take me back to Jackson
That’s the one place I feel at home

I fell in love with a girl from the city
Then we moved to the city to stay
She just laughed at me when I told her
That I’d change my poor Jackson ways
When I saw him take her in his arms
I lost control and you know the rest
May God forgive me for what I’ve done
And the warden grant me this request

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