Louis Armstrong Follow

They hung a sign up in out 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

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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 go 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.