I lay my head on the railroad tracks
Waiting 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
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
Sort of like a wearing 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!
Poor, poor, pitiful me
Poor, poor, pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me!
I met a girl at the Rainbow Bar
And she asked me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt house...
I don't wanna talk about it!
Poor, poor, pitiful me
Poor, poor, pitiful me
Aw, never mind!
Poor, poor, pitiful me
Poor, poor, pitiful me
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