Dixon's Girl

Oh someone taught Your walls to talk But if they ask me I ain't heard a thing Back to the wall, bat to the ball, back to the drawing board Back to the wall, bat to the ball, back to the drawing board Back to the wall, bat to the ball, back to the drawing board There was a snow storm in Jackson When you and I met At a club called Saint Sebastian's But the sign said something different I remember thinkin' That I didn't have a shot at Mississippi-television told us Which roads they were closing There goes a rap show Everybody knew you As the wife of a famous man Everybody who knew said There goes Dixon's girl again Even the walls all lean closer When she plays the piano real slow I haven't met too many women in this business that I really like But you can hold a little liquor You could hold a conversation You could hold your own mic, and Even that night I learned the truth about your man You gotta be big to treat pretty girls bad And it's not much But my money's on you, it's not much But my money's on you, it's not much But my money, not much, but my money Not much, but my money My money's on you Well I heard from the rest of the world you're in trouble Bad news moves like fire that you fight on the phone And I'm too far away, my well-wishing can't touch you But I think of you still more than you might suppose Everybody wanna see you with your hair down Wanna hear you hit the high note Wanna know if they can get you for a little less, girl I don't I know how the stones can fly Had some hard goodbyes Call me up, day or night Free drinks and bad advice And it's not much But my money's on you, it's not much But my money's on you, it's not much But my money, it's not much, but my money Not much, but my money My money's on you Back to the wall, bat to the ball, back to the drawing board Back to the wall, bat to the ball, back to the drawing board Back to the wall, bat to the ball, back to the drawing board Back to the wall, bat to the ball And it's not much but My money's on you --- Dixon's Girl - Dessa