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Oh, someone taught |
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Your walls to talk |
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But if they ask me, I ain't heard a thing |
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Back to the wall |
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Bat to the ball |
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Back to the drawing board |
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[X3] |
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Again |
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There was a snow storm in Jackson, |
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When you and I met, |
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At a club called Saint Sebastian's, |
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But the sign said something different. |
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I remember thinking that I didn't have a shot at Mississippi. |
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Television told us which roads they were closing. |
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"There goes the rap show." |
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Everybody knew you as the wife of a famous man. |
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Everybody who knew said, "There goes Dixon's girl again. |
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Even the walls all lean closer, when she plays the piano real slow." |
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Haven't met too many women in this business that I really like, |
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But you could hold a little liquor, you could hold a conversation |
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You could hold your own mic, and, |
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Even that night, I learned the truth about your man: |
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You've gotta be big to treat pretty girls bad. |
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And it's not much, but my money's on you |
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It's not much, but my money's on you |
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It's not much, but my money |
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Not much, but my money |
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Not much, but my money |
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My money's on you |
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Well I heard from the rest of the world, you're in trouble. |
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Bad news moves like fire that you fight on the phone. |
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And I'm too far away, my well-wishing can't touch you, |
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But I think of you still, more than you might suppose. |
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Everybody wanna see you with your hair down, |
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Wanna hear you hit the high note. |
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Wanna know if they can get you for a little less, girl. |
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I don't. I know, |
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How the stones can fly, had some hard goodbyes. |
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Call me up, day or night, free drinks and bad advice. |
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And it's not much, but my money's on you |
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It's not much, but my money's on you |
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It's not much, but my money |
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Not much, but my money |
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Not much, but my money |
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My money's on you |
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Back to the wall |
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Back to the bar |
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Back to the drawing board |
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[X3] |
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And it's not much, but my money's on you. |
