Tom_my used to work
on the docks
U_nion's been on strike
He's down on his luck
it's tough so tough
Gi_na works the di_ner
all day
Work_ing for her man
she brings home her pay
for love for love
She says
We've got to hold on
to what we've got
'Cause it does_n't
make a dif_fe_rence
If we make it or not
We've got each o_ther
and that's a lot
For love
we'll give it a shot
Ooh
We're half way there
Aah
Liv_in' on a pray_er
Take my hand
and we'll make it
I swear
Aah
Liv_in' on a pray_er
Tom_my's got
his six string in hock
Now he's hold_ing in
what he used to make it
talk so tough
it's tough
Gi_na dreams of
run_ning a_way
When she cries
in the night
Tom_my whis_pers
Ba_by it's o_kay
some_day
We've got to hold on
to what we've got
'Cause it does_n't
make a dif_fe_rence
If we make it or not
We've got each o_ther
and that's a lot
For love
we'll give it a shot
Ooh
We're half way there
Aah
Liv_in' on a pray_er
Take my hand
and we'll make it
I swear
Aah
Liv_in' on a pray_er
Liv_in' on a prayer@
Oh we've got to hold on
rea_dy or not
You live for the fight
when it's all that
you've got
Ooh
We're half way there
Aah
Liv_in' on a pray_er
Take my hand
and we'll make it
I swear
Aah
Liv_in' on a pray_er
Ooh
We're half way there
Aah
Liv_in' on a pray_er
Take my hand
and we'll make it
I swear
Aah
Liv_in' on a pray_er
Ooh
We're half way there
Aah
Liv_in' on a pray_er@