planetaryjoy

Put me out of my Missouri 

planetaryjoy

Once upon a time not so long ago
          
          Tommy used to work on the docks
          Union's been on strike
          He's down on his luck...
          It's tough, so tough
          
          Gina works the diner all day
          Working for her man,
          She brings home her pay
          For love, for love
          
          She says, "We've gotta hold on to what we've got.
          It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
          We've got each other and that's a lot.
          For love we'll give it a shot."
          
          [Chorus:]
          Whoa, we're half way there
          Whoa, livin' on a prayer
          Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
          Whoa, livin' on a prayer
          
          Tommy's got his six string in hock
          Now he's holding in
          What he used to make it talk
          So tough, it's tough
          
          Gina dreams of running away
          When she cries in the night
          Tommy whispers,
          "Baby, it's okay, someday...
          
          ...We've gotta hold on to what we've got.
          It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
          We've got each other and that's a lot.
          For love we'll give it a shot."
          
          [Chorus]
          
          Livin' on a prayer
          
          We've gotta hold on ready or not
          You live for the fight when it's all that you've got
          
          [Chorus 2x and fading]