by Eric Clapton
Sixteen days in Bethlehempeddling dope and drinking wine.
Pulling womenmaking gigssteering clear and doing fine.
I moved on down to Galileetrying to find a few new friends.
I m throwing aces everywheretrying to forget the end.
Hold me Lordhold me Lord
Hold me tightI m slipping through.
Hold me Lordhold me Lord
Hold me tightI beg of you.
I m cruising through Jerusalemdust is flying everywhere.
I m dodging bulletsmaking timeon the levelin the square.
They say you kissed your best friend s handthey say you did it for his love.
They say you got in agonythe hand fits well into the glove.
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