Hold Me Lord - Eric Clapton

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 end

So 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 You

I’m cruising through Jerusalem

Dust is flyin' 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 he got in agony

The hand fits well into the glove

Woah, 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 You

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 You

Ohh, 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 You

Hold 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