Eliza Jane - Douwe Bob

She took the train for Mexico

To a land she didn’t know

Just to change her point of view

Falling in and out of love around the towns has taken its tole too soon

She walks down a dusty road

Wearing the jeans her mama sold

She reads the letter that she wrote

Saying how well she’s doing there

And soon she’ll be able to care

Little Eliza Jane

The beast in you could not be slain

Won’t you just come on home

Get on that plane

Little Eliza Jane

She’s a dreamer of dreams

Counting the uncountable it seems

Now all her fair weather friends are gone

She needs the words to finish this song

Making sure that they’re not wrong

She needs a reason to go on

Little Eliza Jane

The beast in you could not be slain

Won’t you just come on home

Get on that plane

Little Eliza Jane

Some people say life is a game you just can’t win

But If you can’t live with it you die with it

Little Eliza Jane

Little Eliza Jane

The beast in you could not be slain

Little Eliza Jane

Won’t you come back home again

Little Eliza Jane

Little Eliza Jane