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...