Across The Great Divide

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 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 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 Across the great divide Now Molly dear, don't ya shed a tear Your time will surely come You'll feed your man chicken every Sunday Now tell me, hon, what ya 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 riverside --- Across the Great Divide - The Band