They hung a sign up in our town \"if you live it up, you won't live it down\" So, she left Monte Rio, 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 Said don't look back now, 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 If you share my bed, you share my name Well, go ahead and call the cops You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops Well, she said baby, I still love you Sometimes there's nothing 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 got to Just hold on.