Hold On

A                      D
They hung a sign up in our town
        E                    A
If you live it up you won't live it down
                  D
So she left Monte Rio, son
     E             A
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
         D                 E
With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
             A             D
She went and took that California trip
       Bm                    E
Oh the moon was gold and her hair like wind
         Bm                    E
She said don't look but just a-come on Jim
 
               A        E
Oh, you got to hold on, hold on
A         D
You gotta hold on
A                 E
Take my hand, I'm standin' right here
           A
You got go hold on
 
A                      D
Well he gave her a dime store watch
        E                    A
And a ring made from a spoon
                  D
Everyone's lookin' for someone to blame
     E             A
When you share my bed you share my name
             A             D
Well, go ahead and call the cops
D                         E
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
       Bm                    E
She said baby I still love you
       Bm                    E
Sometimes there's nothin' left to
 
Nak.
 
A                      D
Well God bless your crooked little heart
        E                    A
St. Louis got the best of me
              D
I miss your broken China voice
E                       A
Now I wish you were still here with me
A               D
Oh you build it up, you wreck it down
D                        E
Then you burn your mansion to the ground
Bm                     E
Oh there's nothin' left to keep you here
Bm                     E
But when you're fallin' behind in this big blue world
 
Nak.
 
A                D
Now by the riverside motel
     E            A
 
It's ten below and falling
                 D
By a ninety-nine cent store
E                        A
She closed her eyes and started swaying
A                     D
But it's so hard to dance that way
D                           E
When it's cold and there's no music
Bm              E
With your old hometown so far away
Bm                                  E
But inside your head there's a record that's playin', a song called
 
Nak. (4x)
 
A
You gotta hold on.