Lyrics
whiskey wants a joke, the marlboro wants to smoke, and tears need some salt to get by, the thorn looks for a crown, the beggar for a town, and the woman is never satisfied, everyone's looking, for something to hold, some kind of savior, they need to be told, to hold on, baby needs a mother, but the mother wants a lover, and this house can't find home anywhere, the ship is scared to sink, the thirsty scared to drink, and i can't find god way down here, everyone's looking, for something to hold, some kind of savior, they need to be told, to hold on, hold on, you can run, you can hide, but nothing good ever really dies, the pasture's all dried out, the crows are all cried out, the hen hangs her head in the yard, and i'm tired of running, there's got to be something, for this cold broken down heart, everyone's looking, for someone to blame, they sharpen their razors, go out as they came, someone tell 'em to, someone tell 'em to, to hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, someone tell 'em to hold on
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Artist: beth hart