Once upon a time, not too long ago Tommy used to work on the docks The union men on strike He's down on his luck, he's two Oh, he's two Gina works her down on the heap Working for a man She brings home her pay for love Oh, for love He said, you gotta hold on to what we've got It doesn't make a difference if you make it or not We've got each other, and that's all right For love, we'll give it a shot Whoa, we're halfway there Oh, living on a prayer Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear Oh, living on a prayer Tommy's got a six-string hide Now he's on the mend But he used to make it sound so dumb It's dumb Gina keeps on running away She cries in the night Tommy whispers, Gina, it's okay Someday You know you gotta hold on to what we've got It doesn't make a difference if you make it or not We've got each other, and that's all right For love, we'll give it a shot Whoa, we're halfway there Oh, living on a prayer Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear Oh, living on a prayer Living on a prayer Yeah You gotta hold on, ready or not Live by the fire, all that she's got Whoa, we're halfway there Oh, living on a prayer Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear Oh, living on a prayer Whoa, we're halfway there Oh, living on a prayer Take my hand, we'll make it, I swear Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa