作词 : Robertson
  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, you say it's a must
 But who can you trust?
 
 Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky, a weary sign for all
 I'm gonna leave this one horse town, had to stall till the fall
 Now I'm gonna crawl, across The Great Divide
 
 Now Molly dear, don't you shed a tear
 Your time will surely come, you'll feed your man chicken every Sunday
 Now tell me, hon, what you 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