Tom Waits - Hold Onadd

B                      E
They hung a sign up in our town
        F#                    B
"If you live it up you won't live it down"
                  E
So she left Monte Rio, son
     F#             B
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
         E                 F#
With her charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
             B             E
She went and took that California trip
       C#m                    F#
Oh the moon was gold and her hair like wind
         C#m                    F#
She said don't look but just a-come on Jim

               B        F#
Oh, you got to hold on, hold on
B         E
You gotta hold on
B                 F#
Take my hand, I'm standin' right here
           B
You got go hold on

B                      E
Well he gave her a dime store watch
        F#                    B
And a ring made from a spoon
                  E
Everyone's lookin' for someone to blame
     F#             B
When you share my bed you share my name
             B             E
Well, go ahead and call the cops
E                         F#
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
       C#m                    F#
She said baby I still love you
       C#m                    F#
Sometimes there's nothin' left to

Nak.

B                      E
Well God bless your crooked little heart
        F#                    B
St. Louis got the best of me
              E
I miss your broken China voice
F#                       B
Now I wish you were still here with me
B               E
Oh you build it up, you wreck it down
E                        F#
Then you burn your mansion to the ground
C#m                     F#
Oh there's nothin' left to keep you here
C#m                     F#
But when you're fallin' behind in this big blue world

Nak.

B                E
Now by the riverside motel
     F#            B

It's ten below and falling
                 E
By a ninety-nine cent store
F#                        B
She closed her eyes and started swaying
B                     E
But it's so hard to dance that way
E                           F#
When it's cold and there's no music
C#m              F#
With your old hometown so far away
C#m                                  F#
But inside your head there's a record that's playin', a song called

Nak. (4x)

B
You gotta hold on.