They hung a sign up in our town "if you live it up, you won't, Live it down" So, she left Marty Rio's 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 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 gotta 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 got to, Hold on, Hold on You got to hold on Take my hand, I'm standing right here, You gotta 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 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.
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