Dessa - Dixon's Girl lyrics

rate me

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

there was a snowstorm in Jackson

when you and I met

at a club called Saint Sebastian's

but the sign said something different

I remember thinking 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

everyone who knew said

"there goes Dixon's girl again

even the walls will 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 could 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

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

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.

back to the wall, bat to the ball

back at the drawing board

back to the wall, bat to the ball

back at the drawing board

back to the wall, bat to the ball

back at the drawing board

back to the wall, bat to the ball

and it's not much but my money's on you