Lyrics:

G gb ce g gb Standin by your window in pain, a pistol in your Ce g gb ce 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 shed 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