Across The Great Divide Composer(s): J.R. Robertson Performer(s): The Band
Standin' by your window in pain A pistol in your hand And I beg you, dear Molly, girl Try and understand your man the best you can
Across The Great Divide Just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride And bring your children down to the river side
I had a goal in my younger days I nearly wrote my will But I changed my mind for the better I'm at the still, had my fill and I'm fit to kill Pinball machine, and a queen I nearly took a bust Tried to keep my hands to myself Ya say it's a must, but who can ya trust? Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky A weary sign for all I'm gonna leave this one horse town Had t' stall till the fall, now I'm gonna crawl!
Now Molly dear, don't ya shed a tear Your time will surely come you'll feed your man chicken ev'ry Sunday Now tell me, hon, what-cha done with the gun
Across The Great Divide Just grab your hat, and take that ride Get yourself a bride And bring your children down to the river side
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