Song | Across The Great Divide |
Artist | The Band |
Album | A Musical History |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
zuo ci : 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 |
zuò cí : 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 |