Poor, Poor Pitiful Me Songtext / Lyric

I lay my head on the railroad track

And wait for the double "E"

The railroad don't run no more

Poor, poor pitiful me



Poor, poor pitiful me

Poor, poor pitiful me

These young girls won't let me be

Lord, have mercy on me

Woe is me



Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood

I ain't naming names

Well, she really worked me over good

She was just like Jesse James



She really worked me over good

She was a credit to her gender

She put me through some changes, Lord

Sort of like a Waring blender






Poor, poor pitiful me

Poor, poor pitiful me

These young girls won't let me be

Lord, have mercy on me

Woe is me



Whoo



Poor, poor pitiful me

Poor, poor pitiful me

These young girls won't let me be

Lord, have mercy on me

Woe is me



I met a girl at the Rainbow Bar

She asked me if I'd beat her

She took me back to the Hyatt House

I don't want to talk about it



Poor, poor pitiful me

Whoo

Poor, poor pitiful me

What, never mind

Poor, poor pitiful me

Whoo-hoo, yeah

Poor, poor pitiful me