Jackson hole

It was plain to see she didn't know how to ski She said "We don't get much show in Tampa Bay" She said, "I got confused, ended up on the blues I was hopin' someone like you would come...

Well, packin' on back to Jackson Eighteen-thirty-an'-six Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules Packin' on back to Jackson Workin' the beaver trail Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous Jackson...