Across the Great Divide Songtext

von 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
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.