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Standin' by your window in pain |
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A pistol in your hand |
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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 |
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Just grab your hat, and take that ride |
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Get yourself a bride |
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And bring your children down to the river side |
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I had a goal in my younger days |
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I nearly wrote my will |
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But I changed my mind for the better |
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I'm at the still, had my fill and I'm fit to kill |
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Across the Great Divide |
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Just grab your hat, and take that ride |
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Get yourself a bride |
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And bring your children down to the river side |
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Pinball machine and a queen |
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I nearly took the bus |
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Tried to keep my hands to myself |
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They say it's a must, but who can ya trust? |
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Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky |
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A weary sign for all |
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I'm gonna leave this one horse town |
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Had to stall 'til the fall, now I'm gonna crawl |
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Across the Great Divide |
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Now Molly dear, don't ya shed a tear |
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Your time will surely come |
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You'll feed your man chicken ev'ry Sunday |
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Now tell me, hon, what ya done with the gun? |
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Across the Great Divide |
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Just grab your hat, and take that ride |
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Get yourself a bride |
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And bring your children down to the river side |
