Story Behind The Song
I grew up in New Jersey. Some of the cities down by the Hudson River can really make you think about where you've wound up and why.
Song Description
Elizabeth is the name of a city in New jersey, and the name of a woman who is turning you out. You take the bus, and as you pull out of town, you take stock of everything you're leaving behind.
| Song Length |
4:51 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock, Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, Cheerless |
Subject |
Failure, Age, Aging |
| Similar Artists |
Tom Waits, Shawn Colvin |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1960 - 1969 |
| |
Lyrics
Elizabeth © 1994, Words and Music by John Gahl
Took the Greyhound from Elizabeth, the last one out of town
All sorts of things were comin? up for me, but the sun was going down
Took me to the terminal, I was tired to the bone
Don?t need no clock to tell me that my time is come and gone.
My time, my time, my time is come and gone.
Hooker up from market street cruisin? the all night bars
She?ll do anything for money in the back seat of a car
You can call her angel, call her anything at all
She can?t afford to have no pride, cause pride comes before the fall
Pride comes, pride comes, pride comes before the fall.
Time to pull my punches, time to hedge my bets
Time to Count the hours out in long-neck bottles and filter cigarettes
Birth, school, work, death, I read that somewhere on some wall
Doesn?t even mention love, don?t mention love at all
Don?t mention love, don?t mention love, don?t mention love at all.
Scattered clouds on Sunday, Monday chance of rain
The tears of whores and tears of angels all go running down the drain
Run down to the river, you can hear the river call
Calls you like a woman in her sleep, but careful you don?t fall
Just be careful, baby, just be careful you don?t fall.