Dixon's Girl - Live

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
 To the drawing board
 Again
 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
 And everybody knew you
 As the wife of a famous man
 Everybody who knew said
 There goes Dixon's girl again
 Even the walls lean in closer
 When she plays the piano real slow
 Haven't met too many women in this business
 That I really like, like, 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
 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
 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, my money's on you
 It's on you
 It's on you
 Yeah, my money's on you
 (Yeah my money's)
 All my money's on
 (All my money's)
 All my money's on
 (All my money, my money)
 All my money's, my money's on you (My money's on you)
 It's on you
 It's on you