Thursday, March 14, 2019

Hold On



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, her
hair like wind
She said don't look back just
come on Jim
(Chorus)
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
but you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
you don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there's nothin 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

Well, 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

Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
you burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothing left to keep you here, when
you're falling behind in this
big blue world

Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on

Down by the Riverside motel,
it's 10 below and falling
by a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
and started swaying
but it's so hard to dance that way
when it's cold and there's no music
well your old hometown is so far away
but, inside your head there's a record
that's playing, a song called

Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
and just hold on.

5 comments:

  1. With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
    she went and took that California trip.


    Perfection.

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  2. Beautiful!

    I'm playing a bit of Tom Waits these days and enjoying.

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  3. That song meets at the corner of Waits and Springsteen.
    It's like a flipside of one of my favorites:

    "Goin' Out West"

    Well I'm goin' out west
    Where the wind blows tall
    'Cause Tony Franciosa
    Used to date my ma
    They got some money out there
    They're giving it away
    I'm gonna do what I want
    Do what I want
    And I'm gonna get paid
    Little brown sausages
    Lying in the sand
    I ain't no extra baby
    I'm a leading man
    Well my parole officer
    WIll be proud of me
    With my Olds 88
    And the devil on a leash
    My Olds 88
    And the devil on a leash
    Well I kno karate, Voodoo too
    I'm gonna make myself available to you
    I don't need no make up
    I got real scars
    I got hair on my chest
    I look good without a shirt
    Well I don't lose my composure
    In a high speed chase
    Well my friends think I'm ugly
    I got a masculine face
    I got some dragstrip courage
    I can really drive a bed
    I'm gonna change my name
    To Hannibal or maybe
    Just Rex
    Change my name to Hannibal
    Or maybe just Rex
    I'm gonna drive all night
    Take some speed
    I'm gonna wait for the sun
    To shine down on me
    I cut a hole in my roof
    In the shape of a heart
    And I'm goin' out west
    Where they'll appreciate me
    Goin' out west
    Goin' out west

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  4. Hello all...no, please remain seated,

    Yup, this one's a standout. You know how you were writing awhile back about Dylan's Mississippi being a lyrical masterpiece in the Bob catalog?. This is Tom's corollary.

    Best....RichD

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  5. Great song,, pity about the song title.

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