They hung a sign up in our town
"if you live it up, you won't live it down"
So, she left Kenora, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and bloodstain lips
She went and took that number eleven trip
Well, the moon was gold, her Hair like wind
She said don't look back 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 be
What works for you won't work for me
Yeah, 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
Toronto got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
And there's nothing left to keep me here, but
It's not hard to dream of other worlds
When your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record that's playing
Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
And just hold on.
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