Weel , I lay me head on the railroad tracks
Waiting for the Double E
But the rain dont run by her no more
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor, Poor Pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys wont let me be
Lord, have mercy on me
Woe, woe is me
Well I met a man out in Hollywood
Now I aint namin' names
Well, he really worked me over good
Just Like Jesse James
Yes, He really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
Put me through some changed ,Lord
Sort of like a Waring Boender
Poor, Poor Pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys wont let me be
Lord, have mercy on me
Woe, woe is me
Well, I met a boy in the Vieux Carres
Down in Yokahama
He picked me up and he threw me down
He said, "Please dont hurt me mama"
Poor, Poor Pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys wont let me be
Lord, have mercy on me
Woe, woe is me
Whoa, poor, poor me,
Whoa , Poor pitiful me ( x2)
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