Dixon's Girl

[Intro]

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

Again

[Verse 1]

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 (echo)

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

[Hook]

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

Youuuuuuuuuuuu

[Verse 2]

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

[Outro]

And it's not much, but my money's on you

It's not much, but my money, my money's on you

It's on you

It's on you ooh-ooh ooh-ooh

Yeah my money's on you

It's on you

It's on you-ou-ou ooh-ooh-ooh

Yeah my money's on youuuuuuuuuuu