Poor Poor Pitiful Me Terri Clark
Well I lay my head on the railway track Waitin' 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 at Hollywood 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
Put me through some changes, Lord Sorta like a Waring blender
Well, I met a boy in the Vieux-Carres Down in Yokohama
He picked me up and he threw me down Sayin', "please don't hurt me mama"
Poor poor poor me, poor poor pitiful me Poor poor poor me, poor poor
pitiful me Poor poor poor me, poor poor pitiful me
Here's the guitar solo as best as I could figure it out, try a little