Album Name : A Badly Broken Code
Release Date : 2010-01-19
Song Duration : 2:43
Dessa Dixon's Girl
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
