"Poor Poor Pitiful Me" by Linda Ronstadt

Well I lay my head on the railway track waitin on the Double
E
But the train dont run by here no more, poor poor pitiful me

CHORUS
Poor poor pitiful me, poor poor pitiful me
Oh these boys wont let me be, Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me

Well I met a man down in Hollywood, now I aint namin names
He really worked me over good, just like Jesse James
Yes he really worked me over good, he was a credit to his
gender
Put me through some changes Lord, sorta like a Wareing
blender

CHORUS
Well, I met a boy in the Vieux Carreux, down in Yokohoma
He picked me up and he threw me down,
He said, please dont hurt me mama

CHORUS
THEN...

Oh poor poor me, oh poor pitiful me

Oh poor poor me, oh poor pitiful me
Oh poor poor me, oh poor pitiful me
Oh poor poor me, oh poor pitiful me