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Höfundur lags: Tom Waits Höfundur texta: Tom Waits Flytjandi: Tom Waits Sent inn af: MagS
[D]They hung a sign up in [G]our town
"if you [A]live it up, you won't [D]live it down"
So, she left Marty [G]Rio's son
Just [A]like a bullet [D]leaves a gun
With [G]charcoal eyes and [A]Monroe hips
She went and [D]took that Cali[G]fornia trip
Well, the [Em]moon was gold and her [A]Hair like wind
She said [Em]don't look back just [A]come on Jim - Oh, you got to

[D]Hold on, [A]Hold on
[D]You got to [G]hold on
[D]Take my hand, I'm [A]standing right here
You gotta [D]hold on.

Well, [D]he gave her a [G]dimestore watch
[A]And a ring made [D]from a spoon
Everyone is looking for [G]someone to blame
But you [A]share my bed, you [D]share my name.
Well, [G]go ahead and [A]call the cops
You don't [D]meet nice girls in [G]coffee shops
[Em]She said baby, I [A]still love you
Some[Em]times there's nothin [A]left to do - Oh, you got to

[D]Hold on, [A]Hold on
[D]You got to [G]hold on
[D]Take my hand, I'm [A]standing right here
You gotta [D]hold on.

Down [D]by the River[G]side motel,
It's [A]ten below and [D]falling.
By a ninetee [G]nine cent store she [A]closed her eyes
And [D]started swaying.
But [G]it's so hard to [A]dance that way
When it's [D]cold and there's no [G]music.
Well your [Em]old hometown is so [A]far away
But, in[Em]side your head there's a [A]record that's playing, a song called

[D]Hold on, [A]Hold on
[D]You got to [G]hold on
[D]Take my hand, I'm [A]standing right here
You gotta [D]hold on.

[D]Hold on, [A]Hold on
[D]You got to [G]hold on
[D]Take my hand, I'm [A]standing right here
You gotta [D]hold on.

[D]Hold on, [A]Hold on
[D]You got to [G]hold on
[D]Take my hand, I'm [A]standing right here
You gotta [D]hold on.

[D]Hold on, [A]Hold on
[D]You got to [G]hold on
[D]Take my hand, I'm [A]standing right here
You gotta [D]hold on.
You gotta [D]hold on.
You gotta [D]hold on.
You gotta [D]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.

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