3 acessos
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.