“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!
[Chorus]
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 waring blender
[Repeat Chorus]
Well, I met a boy in the Vieux-Carres
Down in Yokahoma
He picked me up and he threw me down
Sayin’, “please don’t hurt me, mama”
[Repeat Chorus]
Poor, poor pitiful me!
Poor, poor pitiful me…