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.