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Standin by your window in pain, A pistol in your
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hand, 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, Just grab your hat, and take that ride
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C Em G
Get yourself a bride, And bring your children down to the
river side.
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I had a goal in my
younger days, I nearly wrote my will
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But I changed
my mind for the better, I'm at the still, had my fill and I'm fit to kill
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Pinball machine, and a queen, I nearly took a bust
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C D
Tried to keep my hands to myself, Ya say it's a must, but who can ya
trust?
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Harvest moon shinin'
down from the sky, A weary sign for all
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I'm gonna
leave this one horse town, Had t' stall till the fall, now I'm gonna crawl!
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Now Molly dear, don't ya shed a tear
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C G
Your time will surely come, you'll feed your man
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chicken ev'ry Sunday, Now tell me, hon, what-cha done with the gun
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A7 C Em G
Across The Great Divide, Just grab your hat,
and take that ride
A C Em G
Get yourself
a bride, And bring your children down to th |
