TERRI CLARK LYRICS



"Poor, Poor Pitiful Me"


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!



[Chorus]



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...