Lyrics:

I've laid my head on a railroad track
And I'm waiting for the double "E"
That gone train 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
I met a girl who was Hollywood
But I ain't naming names
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
She was like wearing leather
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Poor poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
These young 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 beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt House
I don't wanna talk about it

Poor poor pitiful me

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