Lyrics to Across The Great Divide
Standing by your window in pain
A pistol in your hand
And I beg you dear Molly, girl
Try to 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 riverside
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 riverside
Pinball machine and a queen
I nearly took a bust
I tried to keep my hands to myself
You say it's a must
But who can you trust?
Harvest moon shining down from the sky
A weary sign for all
I'm gonna leave this one horse town
Had to stall 'til 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 hun, 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
A pistol in your hand
And I beg you dear Molly, girl
Try to 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 riverside
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 riverside
Pinball machine and a queen
I nearly took a bust
I tried to keep my hands to myself
You say it's a must
But who can you trust?
Harvest moon shining down from the sky
A weary sign for all
I'm gonna leave this one horse town
Had to stall 'til 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 hun, 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
Songwriters: ROBERTSON, ROBBIE
Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Publisher: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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