Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

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 Yes, he really worked me over good He was a credit to his gender He put me through some changes, Lord Sorta like a wearing 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-Carré Down in Yokohama 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 Poor, poor, poor me Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor, poor me Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor, poor me Poor, poor pitiful me