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

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
Baby, you got to hold on
Take my hand,
I’m standing right here,
You got to
Just 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.

Foto: Facbook Tom Waits

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