Tommy used to work on the docks
He's down on his luck... it's tough, so tough
Working for her man,she brings home her pay
She says: We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
We've got each other and that's a lot
Take my hand, and we'll make it I swear
Tommy got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used
To make it talk-so tough, it's tough
Tommy whispers: Baby it's okay, someday
We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference
We've got each other and that's a lot
Take my hand and we'll make it-I swear