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(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!
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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...
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