Lyric 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
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
Aweary 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, hun
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