Dessa - Dixon's Girl Lyrics

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