| Song | Across The Great Divide |
| Artist | The Band |
| Album | A Musical History |
| 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 |
| 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 |