They hung a sign up in out town "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 charcoal eyes and Monroe hips She went and took that California trip Well, the moon was gold, her Hair like wind She said don't look back just Come on Jim
(Chorus) Oh you got to Hold on, Hold on You got to hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right here You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch And a ring made from a spoon Everyone is looking for someone to blame But you share my bed, you share my name Well, go ahead and call the cops You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops She said baby, I still love you Sometimes there's nothin left to do
Oh you got to Hold on, hold on You got to hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to Just hold on.
Well, 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 me
Well, 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 go to Hold on, hold on You got to hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right here You got to hold on
Down by the Riverside motel, It's 10 below and falling By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes And started swaying But it's so hard to dance that way When it's cold and there's no music Well your old hometown is so far away But, inside your head there's a record That's playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on You really got to hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right here And just hold on.
Compositores: Thomas Alan Waits (Tom Waits), Kathleen Brennan ECAD: Obra #3765919