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