(Warren Zevon)
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I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks
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And wait for the Double "E"
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But the railroad don't run no more
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Poor, poor pitiful me
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Poor, poor pitiful me
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Poor, poor pitiful me
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These young girls won't let me be
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Lord have mercy on me
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Woe is me
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Well, I met a girl in West Hollywood
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I ain't naming names
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She really worked me over good
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She was just like Jesse James
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She really worked me over good
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She was a credit to her gender
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She put me through some changes, Lord
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Sort of like a Waring blender
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Poor, poor pitiful me
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Poor, poor pitiful me
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These young girls won't let me be
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Lord have mercy on me
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Woe is me
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Well, I met a girl at the Rainbow bar
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She asked me if I'd beat her
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She took me back to the Hyatt House
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I don't want to talk about it
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Poor, poor pitiful me
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Poor, poor pitiful me
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These young girls won't let me be
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Lord have mercy on me
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Woe is me
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(Well, I met a girl from the Vieux Carre`
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Down in Yokahama
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She picked me up and she throwed me down
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I said, "Please don't hurt me, Mama")
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Poor, Poor Pitiful Me
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Warren Zevon |