I'd lay my head on the railroad track
And waitin' for the double E
But 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, woe is me
Well, I met a girl in the Vieux-Carres
Down in Yokahoma
She picked me up and she threw me down
I said, "Please don't hurt me, mama"
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord, have mercy on me
Woe, woe is me
Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain't namin' 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
Sorta 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, woe is me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me, pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
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