Hold On

"If you live it up, you won't live it down"

So she left Monte Rio, son

Just like a bullet leaves a gun

With her charcoal eyes and her Monroe hips

She went and took that California trip

Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind

She said "Don't look back, you just come on, Jim"

Oh, you've got to hold on, hold on

Babe, you've got to hold on

Take my hand, standin' right here, you've got to hold on

Well, he gave her a dimestore watch

And a ring made from a spoon

Everybody's lookin' for someone to blame

Well, go ahead and call the cops

You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops

She said "Baby, I still love you

But sometimes there's nothin' left to do"

Oh, but you've got to hold on, hold on

Babe, you've got to hold on

Take my hand, standin' right here, you've got to hold on

And God bless your crooked little heart

St. Louis got the best of me

I miss your broken-china voice

How I wish you were still here with

But you build it up, you wreck it down

You burn your mansion to the ground

When there's nothing left to keep you here

When you're falling behind in this big blue world

Oh, you've got to hold on, hold on

Babe, you've got to hold on

Take my hand, standin' right here, you've got to hold on

Down by the Riverside Motel

It's ten below and falling

And by a 99-cent store

She closed her eyes and started swaying

And it's so hard to dance that way

When it's cold and there's no music

And when your old hometown's so far away

But inside your head there's a record playin'

A song called...

Hold on, hold on

Babe, you've got to hold on

Take my hand, standin' right here, you've got to hold on, hold on

Babe, you've got to hold on

Take my hand, standin' right here

You've got to hold on