Текст песни Poor, Poor Pitiful Me - Linda Ronstadt

Well, I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting on the double E
But the train don′t run by 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
Woah-woah, is me

Well, I met a man out in Hollywood
Now I ain′t naming names
Well, 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
Sort of 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
Woah-woah, is me

Well, I met a boy in the Vieux Carres
Down in Yokohama
Picked me up and he threw me down
He said, "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
Woah-woah, 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