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Across the Great Divide in G
Music & lyrics by Robert Coleman Trussell
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I got on board in L.A.
I thought I was headed home
I let the big wheels rock me
All the way to San Antone
The lounge car was loaded
With drunks of every kind
Chasing smoke & mirrors
Across the great divide

I saw my old friend Arizona
I saw brave New Mexico
I saw the hills of west Texas
I saw the muddy Rio Bravo
I saw the silent deserts
Where Apaches used to ride
I drank to pain & glory
Across the great divide

I might see you in the future
I might see you in the past
I might see you in the shadows
Or in an empty glass
With every letter that you wrote
Another memory died
You should've seen the broken fool
Across the great divide

The barkeep's name was Francois
I guess he'd seen it all
He'd seen the weak ones rise up
He'd seen the mighty fall
I said Francois what the hell you think
About all the things you've seen
He said You can have another drink
Long as your money's green

Now when the earth meets the sky
Another dream is born
But when the wind whips a flower
Another love is torn
Every dream is born to die
A smart man should beware
On a train from nowhere
To a home that just ain't there