Poor, Poor Pitiful Me — текст песни (Terri Clark)

(Warren Zevon)

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...