Из альбома: The Brown Album

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
Aweary 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, hun
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

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