Poor, Poor Pitiful Me
Woes of Love and Loss: Terri Clark's Poor, Poor Pitiful Me
Lyrics
Well, I lay my head on the railroad track
Laying my head on the railroad track, perhaps metaphorically expressing a feeling of desperation or seeking a dramatic end.
Waitin' on the "double e"
Waiting for something represented by the "double e," suggesting anticipation for a specific event or situation.
But the train don't run through here no more
Realizing that something expected (like a train) doesn't come anymore, highlighting disappointment and a sense of loss or abandonment.
Poor, poor pitiful me
Expressing a feeling of pity or self-pity in the given circumstances.
Poor, poor pitiful me
Reiterating the sense of self-pity and the feeling of being troubled by others (specifically, boys).
Poor, poor pitiful me
-Oh, these boys won't let me be
-Lord have mercy on me
-Woe, woe is me
-Well, I met a man out in Hollywood
Referencing an encounter with someone (unnamed) in Hollywood who treated the speaker badly, likening it to the notorious outlaw Jesse James.
And I ain't namin' names
-But he really worked me over good
-Just like Jesse James
-Yes, he really worked me over good
Elaborating on the mistreatment by this person, acknowledging their impact on the speaker's life and emotions, comparing it to a chaotic, tumultuous experience.
He was a credit to his gender
-He put me through some changes
-Lord, sorta like a waring blender
-Poor, poor pitiful me
Reiterating the theme of feeling pitiful and troubled by men in the speaker's life.
Poor, poor pitiful me
-Oh, these boys won't let me be
-Lord have mercy on me
-Woe, woe is me
-Well, I met a boy in the Vieux-Carres
Describing another encounter with someone in Vieux-Carres and Yokohama, where the speaker feels mistreated and is pleading for mercy.
Down in Yokahoma
-He picked me up and he threw me down
-Sayin', "please don't hurt me, mama"
-Poor, poor pitiful me
Continuing to express the feeling of being pitied and troubled by others.
Poor, poor pitiful me
-Oh, these boys won't let me be
-Lord have mercy on me
-Woe, woe is me
-Poor, poor, poor me
Repeating the sense of self-pity and misery endured due to interactions with men, echoing the refrain throughout the song.
Poor, poor pitiful me
-Poor, poor, poor me
-Poor, poor pitiful me
-Poor, poor, poor me
-Poor, poor pitiful me
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