Poor, Poor Fitiful Me - Terri Clark

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

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

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 boy in the vieux-carres

Down in yokahoma

He picked me up and he threw me down

Saying please don't hurt me mama

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

Poor poor poor me poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor poor me poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor poor me poor poor pitiful me