Across The Great Divide (Take 2) - 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

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, you say it’s a must

But who can you trust?

Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky, a weary sign for all

I’m gonna leave this one horse town, had to stall till the fall

Now I’m gonna crawl, across The Great Divide

Now Molly dear, don’t you shed a tear

Your time will surely come, you’ll feed your man chicken every Sunday

Now tell me, hon, what you 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