Poor Poor Pitiful Me lyrics
Well i lay my head on the railroad tracks
Waitin for the double E But railroad don't run no more Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me Theese young girls wont let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe, is me Well i met a girl in west holywood I aint namin 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 Sort of like a waring blender Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitful me Theese young girls wont let me be Lord of mercy on me Woe is me Whoo! Poor poor pitiful me Poor poor pitiful me Theese young girls wont let me be Lord have mercy on me Woe, is me Well i met a girl at the rainbow bar She asked me if i'd beat her And she took me back to the Hyatt house I don't wanna talk about it Poor poor pitiful me Whoo! Poor poor pitiful me Hot little mamma(faint) Poor poor pitiful me Whoo hoo! Poor pitiful me (last verse only live) (Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carre` Down in Yokahama She picked me up and she throwed me down I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama")
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