Elizabeth Lee

Oh I come from Henry
For Elizabeth Lee
She's a black-haired beauty
She made a fool of me

While I was breaking my back
Down at the Pittsburgh Steel
Turning a river of fire
Into an automobile

Well a pretty young thing
While they're wild and fast
I knew there could be trouble
They said it would not last

I said don't worry now baby
I'll buy the clothes you need
Oh man, she liked to party
On my booze and weed

I go to work each morning
I got my lunch in a bag
I felt the trouble was building
Just like a mound of slag

One day I came home early
I found a man on my couch
He had a bottle of gin
And his tongue in her mouth

I reached my hand in my pocket
The cold steel in my mouth
I felt the blood in my veins
It was turning to ice

Then I pulled out my keys
To the Coupe de Ville
The only thing in the world
That could give me a thrill

Well sometimes things will happen
And you can blame it on fate
Point the finger at the devil
All the same, it's too late

I had my foot to the floor
I had my head in a fog
I saw Elizabeth Lee
I ran her down like a dog

Oh I come from Henry
For Elizabeth Lee
She was a black-haired beauty
That made a fool of me