Tommy used to work on the docks
He′s down on his luck... it's tough, so tough
Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man, she brings home her pay
She says we've got to hold on to what we′ve got
it doesn′t make a difference
We've got each other and that′s a lot
For love - we'll give it a shot
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
it doesn't make a difference
We′ve got each other and that's a lot
For love - we′ll give it a shot