Lyrics
Well, I lay my head on the railroad track
Waitin' on the double E
But the train don't run through here no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe, woe is me
Well, I met a man out in Hollywood
And I ain't namin' names
But he really worked me over good
Just like Jesse James
Yeah, he really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
He put me through some changes, Lord
Kinda like a waring blender
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe, woe is me
Well, I met a boy in the Vieux-Carres
Down in Yokahoma
He picked me up and he threw me down
Sayin', "Please don't hurt me, mama"
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe, woe is me
I bet they won't leave you alone
They sure won't, I tell you what now
Nuh uh uh uh, woo
Let's go
Poor, poor, poor me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor, poor me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor, poor me
Poor, poor pitiful me