Hold On

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 and 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.

Down by the Riverside motel,

It’s ten below and falling.

By a ninetee nine 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 got to hold on

Take my hand, I’m standing right here

You gotta hold on.

Hold on, Hold on

You got to hold on

Take my hand, I’m standing right here

You gotta hold on.

Hold on, Hold on

You got to hold on

Take my hand, I’m standing right here

You gotta hold on.

Hold on, Hold on

You got to hold on

Take my hand, I’m standing right here

You gotta hold on.

You gotta hold on.

You gotta hold on.

You gotta hold on.