text: They put a sign up in our town
  If you live it up, you wont live it down
  So she left Monte Rio, son
  Just like a bullet leaves a gun
  With her charcoal eyes and her Monroe hips
  She went and took that California trip
  Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
  She said Dont look back, you just come on, Jim
  Oh, youve got to hold on, hold on
  Babe, youve got to hold on
  Take my hand, standin right here, youve got to hold on
  And he gave her a dimestore watch
  And a ring made from a spoon
  Everybodys lookin for someone to blame
  But you share my bed, you share my name
  So go ahead and call the cops
  You dont meet nice girls in coffee shops
  Oh and she said Baby, I still love you
  But sometimes theres nothin left to do
  Oh, but youve got to hold on, hold on
  Babe, youve got to hold on
  Take my hand, standin right here, youve got to hold on
  And 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
  But you build it up, you wreck it down
  You burn your mansion to the ground
  When theres nothing left to keep you here
  When youre falling behind in this big blue world
  Oh, youve got to hold on, hold on
  Babe, youve got to hold on
  Take my hand, standin right here, youve got to hold on
  Down by the Riverside Motel
  Its ten below and falling
  And by a 99-cent store
  She closed her eyes and started swaying
  But its so hard to dance that way
  Its cold and theres no music
  And when your old hometowns so far away
  But inside your head theres a record playin
  A song called
  Hold on, hold on
  Babe, youve got to hold on
  Take my hand, standin right here, youve got to hold on, hold on
  Babe, youve got to hold on
  Take my hand, standin right here
  Youve got to hold on