text: The hung up sign up on our town
  If you live it up you wont live it down
  So she left Mario son
  Just like a bullet that leaves a gun
  A charcoal eyes and a morrow hips
  She went and took that california trip
  The moon was clothe red hair like wrench
  Dont look back just come on check
  Oh you gotta hold on, hold on
  You gotta hold on take my hand
  Stay right here, gotta hold on
  Well he gave her a dice or a watch
  And a ring made from a spoon
  Everyones looking for someone to blame
  When you share my bed you share my name
  So go ahead and call the cops
  You dont meet nice girls in coffee shops
  She said baby I still love you
  Sometimes theres nothing left to do
  Oh you gotta hold on, hold on
  You gotta hold on take my hand
  Stay right here, gotta hold on
  God bless your crocked little heart
  Saint Louis got the best of me
  I miss your broken child voice
  How I wish you were still here with me
  Oh you build it up you wreck it down
  And you burn you mansion to the ground
  When theres nothing left to keep you here
  When youre falling behind in this big blue world
  Oh you gotta hold on, hold on
  You gotta hold on take my hand
  Stay right here, gotta hold on
  Down by the river side motel
  Its tent will own and fall in
  By the 99 cents store
  She closed her eyes and started swaying
  But its so hard to dance that way
  When its cold and theres no music
  And your whole hometown its far away
  And inside your head the records playing
  A song called hold on, hold on
  You gotta hold on
  Take my hand, stay right here you gotta hold on
  Youve got to hold on, hold on , you gotta hold on
  Take my hand, stay right here you gotta hold on
  Youve got to hold on, hold on , you gotta hold on
  Take my hand, stay right here you gotta hold on