The Band - Across the Great Divide

Standin' by your window in pain

A pistol in your hand

And I beg you, dear Molly, girl,

Trying 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 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 the bus

Tried to keep my hands to myself

They 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 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 ev'ry 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