Jackson Shake - Arty Hill

Jackson Shake Lyrics

Well I gotta hot number down in Jackson,
She gives me fever like I don’t know why
She’s got a dirty little shake and a flavor like cinnamon pie
She can stop traffic on Main Street,
She makes a freighter drop a mighty load
And when she’s walking away she’ll give you something you can take on the road
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She’s beating out the butter, it’s called the Jackson Shake
She’s got the pecan flutter, she’s got the morning cake
I’m always getting hungry for my baby, she’s like a bourbon and a ribeye steak
She’s got the whole thing workin, they call it the Jackson Shake
Well everything is burning down in Jackson
It’s hotter than a oven down there
It’s sweaty and it’s sticky and there ain’t a lot my baby can wear
I love to see her playing with her combo, shaking tambourine and working the crowd
And when she turns around to shake it, you hear the people shout it out loud

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Lyrics submitted by Arty Hill.