Sixteen days in Bethlehem
Peddling dope to keep drinking wine
Pulling women, making gigs
Steerin' clear and doin' fine
I moved on down to Galilee
Trying to find a few new friends
I'm throwin' aces everywhere
Trying to forget the endSo hold me Lord, hold me Lord
Hold me tight, I'm slippin' through
Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
Hold me tight, I beg of YouI'm cruising through Jerusalem
Dust is flyin' everywhere
I'm dodging bullets, making time
On the level, in the squareThey say you kissed your best friend's hand
They say you did it for his love
They say he got in agony
The hand fits well into the gloveWoah, hold me Lord, hold me Lord
Hold me tight, I'm slippin' through
Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
Hold me tight, I beg of YouHold me Lord, hold me Lord
Hold me tight, I'm slippin' through
Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
Hold me tight, I beg of YouOhh, hold me Lord, hold me Lord
Hold me tight, I'm slippin' through
Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
Hold me tight, I beg of YouHold me Lord, oh hold me Lord
Hold me tight, I'm slippin' through
Hold me Lord, hold me Lord
Hold me tight, I beg of You
Songwriters
Clapton Eric PatrickPublished by
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