Standard (EADGBE)
I lay my head on the railroad tracks,
waiting for the double E
The rail-road 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,
and 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 Warring Blender
Poor, poor, pitiful me,
poor, poor, pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be,
Lord have mercy on me;
woe is me
Solo
Poor, poor, pitiful me,
poor, poor, pitiful me
These young girls won't let me be,
Lord have mercy on me;
woe is me
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
poor, poor, pitiful me 3x