Poor, Poor Pitiful Me - Terri Clark

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!

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…