I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks

And wait 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 is me



Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood

I ain't naming names

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



Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow bar

She asked me if I'd beat her

She took me back to the Hyatt House

I don't want to talk about it



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 from the Vieux Carre`

Down in Yokahama

She picked me up and she throwed me down

I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama")




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