Tom Waits - Hold Onadd

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

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

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

Nak.

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

Nak.

E                A
Now by the riverside motel
     B            E

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

Nak. (4x)

E
You gotta hold on.