Warren Zevon - Poor, Poor Pitiful Me

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I lay my head on the railroad track
And wait for the Double «E»
The railroad don’t run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These young girls won’t let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
I ain’t naming names
But she really worked me over good
She was just like Jesse James
She really worked me over good
She was a credit to her gender
She put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender
I met a girl at the Rainbow bar
She asked me if I’d beat her
She took me back to the Hyatt House
I don’t want to talk about it
(Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carré
Down in Yokahama
She picked me up and she throwed me down
I said, «Please don’t hurt me, Mama»)
Ha!
Nevermind