1. They hung a sign up in our 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

R: 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