Lyrics:

(Warren Zevon)I'd lay my head on the railroad tracksAnd wait for the Double 'E'But the railroad don't run no morePo
or, poor pitiful mePoor, poor pitiful mePoor, poor pitiful meThese young girls won't let me beLord have mercy on meWoe is
meWell, I met a girl in West HollywoodI ain't naming namesShe really worked me over goodShe was just like Jesse JamesShe
really worked me over goodShe was a credit to her genderShe put me through some changes, LordSort of like a Waring blender
Poor, poor pitiful mePoor, poor pitiful meThese young girls won't let me beLord have mercy on meWoe is meWell, I met a g
irl at the Rainbow barShe asked me if I'd beat herShe took me back to the Hyatt HouseI don't want to talk about itPoor, po
or pitiful mePoor, poor pitiful meThese young girls won't let me beLord have mercy on meWoe is me(Well, I met a girl from
the Vieux Carre'Down in YokahamaShe picked me up and she throwed me downI said, 'Please don't hurt me, Mama')