Terri Clark - Poor Poor Pitiful Me lyrics

Well I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting 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
All 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 naming 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

Poor poor pitiful me, poor poor pitiful me
All these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me woe woe is me

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 Momma"

Poor poor pitiful me, poor poor pitiful me
All these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me woe woe is me

Poor poor poor me poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor poor me poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor poor me poor poor pitiful me