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Well, I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting 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
Whoa, woe is me
Well, I met a man out in Hollywood and I ain't naming 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
Put me through some changes, Lord
Kind of 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
Whoa, woe is me
Whoo
Well, I met a boy in the Voca Ray down in Yokahoma
He picked me up and he threw me down, saying, "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
Whoa, woe is me
I bet they won't leave you alone
They sure won't, I tell you what now
Nuh-uh-uh-uh-uh (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Whoo
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