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