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.
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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
Hadn'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 every 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.