INTRO: G

Sixteen days in Bethlehem, peddling dope and drinking wine

Pulling women, making gigs, steering clear and doing fine

I moved on down to Galilee, trying to find a few new friends

I’m throwing aces everywhere, trying to forget the end

Hold me Lord, hold me Lord

Hold me tight, I’m slipping through

Hold me Lord, hold me Lord

Hold me tight, I beg of you

I’m cruising through Jerusalem, dust is flying everywhere

I’m dodging bullets, making time, on the level, in the square

They say you kissed your best friend’s hand, they say you did it for his love

They say you got in agony, the hand fits well into the glove

Hold me Lord, hold me Lord

Hold me tight, I’m slipping through

Hold me Lord, hold me Lord

Hold me tight, I beg of you

Hold me Lord, hold me Lord

Hold me tight, I’m slipping through

Hold me Lord, hold me Lord

Hold me tight, I beg of you

SOLO:

D Em C G (x4)

Hold me Lord, hold me Lord

Hold me tight, I’m slipping through

Hold me Lord, hold me Lord

Hold me tight, I beg of you

Hold me Lord, hold me Lord

Hold me tight, I’m slipping through

Hold me Lord, hold me Lord

Hold me tight, I beg of you