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
Autor(es): Robbie Robertson
