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 [bad word] on Jim  [bad word]  
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 got to 
Just 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 go to 
Hold on, hold on 
You got to hold on 
Take my hand, I'm standing right here 
You got to 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.