Poor, Poor Pitiful Me Songtext
von Terri Clark

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

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


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 boy in the Vieux-Carré
Down in Yokahoma
He picked me up and he threw me down
Sayin′, "Please don't hurt me, mama"

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

Poor, poor, poor me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor, poor me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor, poor me
Poor, poor pitiful me