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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,
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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
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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
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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
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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
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I’m gonna leave this one horse town, had t’ stall till the fall, now I’m gonna crawl!
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Now molly dear, don’t ya shed a tear
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Your time will surely come, you’ll feed your man
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Chicken ev’ry sunday, now tell me, hon, what-cha done with the gun
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Across the great divide, just grab your hat, and take that ride
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Get yourself a bride, and bring your children down to the river side.
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