Текст и слова песни Band – Across The Great Divide
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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,
D
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
A 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
G C D
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
G 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
G C D
I'm gonna leave this one horse town, Had t' stall till the fall, now I'm gonna crawl!
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A C G C
Now Molly dear, don't ya she'd a tear
G C G
Your time will surely come, you'll feed your man
C D
Chicken ev'ry Sunday, Now tell me, hon, what-cha done with the gun
G 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 the river side.
G A C G
Standin by your window in pain, A pistol in your
C/E G G/B C/E
Hand, And I beg you, dear Molly, girl,
D
Try and understand your man the best you can.
G 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 the river side.
G C G C
I had a goal in my younger days, I nearly wrote my will
G C D
But I changed my mind for the better, I'm at the still, had my fill and I'm fit to kill
G C G C
Pinball machine, and a queen, I nearly took a bust
G C D
Tried to keep my hands to myself, Ya say it's a must, but who can ya trust?
G C G C
Harvest moon shinin' down from the sky, A weary sign for all
G C D
I'm gonna leave this one horse town, Had t' stall till the fall, now I'm gonna crawl!
G A C Em G
A C G C
Now Molly dear, don't ya she'd a tear
G C G
Your time will surely come, you'll feed your man
C D
Chicken ev'ry Sunday, Now tell me, hon, what-cha done with the gun
G 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 the river side.
G A C G
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