If you live it up, you won't live it down
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
She went and took that California trip
The moon was gold, her hair like wind
She said, don't look back,
You've got to hold on, hold on
Baby, you gotta hold on, take my hand
I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on
He gave her a dime store watch
And a ring made from a spell
Everyone's looking for someone to blame
Well, go ahead, call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said, baby, I still love you
You've got to hold on, hold on
I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on
God bless your crooked little heart
St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken china voice
Oh, how I wish you were still here with me
And there's nothing left to keep you here
And you're falling behind
You've got to hold on, hold on
Baby, you gotta hold on, take my hand
Down by the Riverside Motel
I stand below and falling
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.
You hold hometown so far away,
but inside your head there's a record
playing a song called hold on, hold on.
Baby, gotta hold on, take my hand
Oh, you've got to hold on, hold on
Baby, you gotta hold on, take my hand
I'm standing right here, you gotta hold on
Oh, oh, you've got to hold on,
Oh, baby, you've got to hold on, oh
