Across the Great Divide

by J.R. Robertson. Album: The Band
© 1970 Canaan Music, Inc.

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 Standin by your window in pain, A pistol in your
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hand,  And I beg you, dear Molly, girl,
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  Try and understand your man the best you can.

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 Across The Great Divide, Just grab your hat, and take that ride
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Get yourself a bride, And bring your children down to the river side.

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 I had a goal in my younger days, I nearly wrote my will
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 But I changed my mind for the better, I'm at the still, had my fill and I'm fit to kill
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 Pinball machine, and a queen, I nearly took a bust
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Tried to keep my hands to myself, Ya say it's a must, but who can ya trust?
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 Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky, A weary sign for all
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 I'm gonna leave this one horse town, Had t' stall till the fall, now I'm gonna crawl!

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        Now Molly dear, don't ya shed a tear
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 Your time will surely come, you'll feed your man
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chicken ev'ry Sunday, Now tell me, hon, what-cha done with the gun

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 Across The Great Divide, Just grab your hat, and take that ride
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Get yourself a bride, And bring your children down to the river side.
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