ACROSS THE GREAT DIVIDE
Album : The Band)
(J.R. Robertson)
The Band - 1970


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
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!

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-cha 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.