Well I Lay My Head On The Railroad Tracks

Waitin For The Double E

But Railroad Dont Run No More

Poor Poor Pitiful Me



Poor Poor Pitiful Me

Poor Poor Pitiful Me

These Young Girls Wont Let Me Be

Lord Have Mercy On Me

Woe, Is Me



Well I Met A Girl In West Holywood

I Aint Namin Names

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 Waring Blender



Poor Poor Pitiful Me

Poor Poor Pitful Me

These Young Girls Wont Let Me Be

Lord Have Mercy On Me

Woe Is Me



Whoo!



Poor Poor Pitiful Me

Poor Poor Pitiful Me

These Young Girls Wont Let Me Be

Lord Have Mercy On Me

Woe, Is Me



Well O Met A Girl At The Rainbow Bar

She Asked Me If I'd Beat Her

And She Took Me Back To The Hyatt House

I Dont Wanna Talk About It



Poor Poor Pitiful Me

Whoo!

Poor Poor Pitiful Me

Hot Little Mamma(faint)

Poor Poor Pitiful Me

Whoo Hoo!

Poor Pitiful Me



(last Verse Only Live)

(Well, I Met A Girl From The Vieux Carre`

Down In Yokahama

She Picked Me Up And She Throwed Me Down

I Said, "Please Don't Hurt Me, Mama")