Poor Poor Pitiful Me

I lay my head on the railroad tracks I'm waiting 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 Well, I ain't naming names But 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 Woo! Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me These 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 hired house I don't wanna talk about it (hut!) Poor, poor, pitiful me (woo) Poor, poor, pitiful me (Hut! Never mind) Poor, poor, pitiful me (Woo-hoo, yeah) Poor, poor, pitiful me