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!    [Chorus]    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    [Repeat Chorus]    Well, 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, mama"    [Repeat Chorus]    Poor, poor pitiful me!  Poor, poor pitiful me...