Dixon是girl

Well someone taught
Your walls to talk
But if they ask me,
I aint heard a thing
Back to the wall
Back to the ball
Back to the drawing board
Back to the wall
Back to the ball
Back to the drawing board
Back to the wall
Back to the ball
Back to the drawing board again
There was a snowstorm in Jackson
When you and I met
At a club called St Sebastians
But the sign said something
I remember thinkin that I didnt
Have a shot at Mississippi
Television showed us
Which roads would be closing
There goes a rap show
Everybody knew you as the
Wife of a famous man
Everyone who knew said
'There goes Dixons girl again'
And ever the walls will lean closer
When she plays the piano real slow
Havent met too many women
In this business that I really like
But you can hold a little liquor
You can hold a conversation
You can hold your own mike
And even that night
I learned the truth about your man
You gotta be big
To treat pretty girls bad
(Refrain)
And its not much
But my moneys on you
Its not much
but my moneys on you
Its not much
but my money, my moneys on you
Well I heard from the rest of the world
Youre in trouble
Bad news moves like fire
That you fight on the phone
Well Im too far away
My well-wishin cant touch you
But I think of you still
More than you might suppose
Everybody wants to 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 dont
I know how those stones can fly
Had some hard goodbyes
Call me up, day or night
Free drinks and bad advice
(Refrain)