Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike, he's down on his luck
It's tough, so toughGina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
For love, mmm, for loveShe says we've got to hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other and that's a lot
For love we'll give it a shot!Oh, we're half way there
Oh oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Oh oh, livin' on a prayerTommy's got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk
So tough, mmm, it's toughGina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers
"Baby it's okay, someday"We gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We got each other and that's a lot
For love we'll give it a shot!Oh, we're half way there
Oh oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it I swear
Oh oh, livin' on a prayer
Livin' on a prayer!We gotta hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when it's all that you've gotWhoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayerWhoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayerWhoa, we're half way there
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it I swear
Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Songwriters
RICHARD SAMBORA, DESMOND CHILD, JON BON JOVIPublished by
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