[Intro] Oh someone taught Your walls to talk But if they ask me I ain't heard a thing
[HookK] Back to the wall, back to the bar, back to the drawing board [X3]
[Verse 1] There was a snow storm in Jackson When you and I met At a club called Saint Sebastion'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, Not much, but my money Not much, but my money My money's on you
[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 I had the stones to fly Had some hard goodbyes Call me up, late at night Free drinks and bad advice