I lay my head on the railroad tracks
I'm waiting for the double E
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
Well, 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 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
Woo!
Poor, poor, pitiful me
Poor, poor, pitiful me
These girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me, woe is me
I met a girl at the rainbow bar
She asked me if I'd beat her
She took me back to the hired house
I don't wanna talk about it (hut!)
Poor, poor, pitiful me (woo)
Poor, poor, pitiful me
(Hut! Never mind)
Poor, poor, pitiful me
(Woo-hoo, yeah)
Poor, poor, pitiful me