Across the county railroad track,
no wider than a cotton bale is long.
You see a big white mansion house,
standing straight and strong.
Right side of the great divide.
Right side of the great divide.
The other side, the railroad track,
sitting in the weeds and mud and clay,
is this old dirty dirt floor shack
where Jim and Mama stay.
Wrong side of the great divide.
Oh, wrong side of the great divide.
One day the daughter of a man who
built the fine and fancy mansion place,
came walking
down the railroad track and met Jim face to face.
Walked down the great divide.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Right there,
standing side to side.
They found they both did rock and roll,
and all the social issues of the day.
She liked this cocky dirt floor shack.
She liked it and asked if she could stay.
And it was the wrong side of the great divide.
Oh,
yes,
it's the wrong side of the great divide.
Her
daddy found about young Jim
and went to bring his only
daughter back.
Now he offered
Jim his big white house
just for his old tacky shack.
I'm telling you, it's the right side
of the great divide.
Yes, it was right there on the great divide.
Now Jim and Mama's living
life on a veranda where a soul belongs.
And daddy's
daughter's in the shack
just writing protest songs.
That's south of the great divide.
Whoa, down north of the great divide.
That's south of the great divide.
Down north of the great divide.
It was south of the great divide.
It was south of the great divide.
I'm telling you, it's south of the great divide.