| They put a sign up in our town
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| «If you live it up, you won’t live it down»
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| So she left Monte Rio, son
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| Just like a bullet leaves a gun
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| With her charcoal eyes and her Monroe hips
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| She went and took that California trip
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| Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
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| She said «Don't look back, you just come on, Jim»
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| Oh, you’ve got to hold on, hold on
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| Babe, you’ve got to hold on
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| Take my hand, standin' right here, you’ve got to hold on
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| And he gave her a dimestore watch
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| And a ring made from a spoon
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| Everybody’s lookin' for someone to blame
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| But you share my bed, you share my name
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| So go ahead and call the cops
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| You don’t meet nice girls in coffee shops
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| Oh and she said «Baby, I still love you
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| But sometimes there’s nothin' left to do»
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| Oh, but you’ve got to hold on, hold on
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| Babe, you’ve got to hold on
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| Take my hand, standin' right here, you’ve got to hold on
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| And God bless your crooked little heart
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| St. Louis got the best of me
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| I miss your broken-china voice
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| How I wish you were still here with me
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| But you build it up, you wreck it down
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| You burn your mansion to the ground
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| When there’s nothing left to keep you here
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| When you’re falling behind in this big blue world
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| Oh, you’ve got to hold on, hold on
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| Babe, you’ve got to hold on
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| Take my hand, standin' right here, you’ve got to hold on
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| Down by the Riverside Motel
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| It’s ten below and falling
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| And by a 99-cent store
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| She closed her eyes and started swaying
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| But it’s so hard to dance that way
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| It’s cold and there’s no music
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| And when your old hometown’s so far away
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| But inside your head there’s a record playin'
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| A song called
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| Hold on, hold on
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| Babe, you’ve got to hold on
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| Take my hand, standin' right here, you’ve got to hold on, hold on
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| Babe, you’ve got to hold on
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| Take my hand, standin' right here
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| You’ve got to hold on |