Verse 1
D                      G
They hung a sign up in our town
        A                     D
"If you live it up, you won't live it down"
                   G
So, she left Monte Rio, son
     A             D
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
     G                 A
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
             D             G
She went and took that California trip
          Em                  A
Well, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
         Em                    A
She said don't look back just come on Jim

Chorus
A             D        A        D
Oh you got to hold on, hold on
           G
You got to hold on
D                 A
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
          D
You gotta hold on