I lay my head on the railroad tracks
And waiting for the Double E
But railroad 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
Well I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain't naming names
But 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 wearing blender
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be
Lord of mercy on me
Woe, is 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
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
Poor poor pitiful me
Hot little mamma
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me