Lyrics Livin’ On A Prayer - Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox feat. Miche Braden

Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
Hes down on his luck
It's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working 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 doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love, we'll give it a shot"
Oh, we're half way there
Oh, oh, living on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Oh, oh, living on a prayer
Tommy got his six string in hock
Now, he's holding in what he used
To make it talk
So tough, it's tough
Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
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
If we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love, we'll give it a shot"
Oh, we're half way there
Oh, oh, living on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Oh, oh, living on a prayer
Living on a prayer
We've got to hold on, ready or not
You live for the fight when that's all that you've got
Oh, we're half way there
Oh, oh, living on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear
Oh, oh, living on a prayer
Oh, half way there
Oh, oh, living on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Oh, oh, living on a prayer
Oh, we're half way there
Whoah, living on a prayer