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Poor poor pitiful me - Linda Ronstadt

"Well I lay my head on the railroad trackWaiting on the Double EBut the train don't run by here no morePoor poor pitiful mePoor poor pitiful mePoor poor pitiful meOh these boys won't let me beLord have"

Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me - Terri Clark

"Well, I lay my head on the railroad track Waitin' on the "double e" But the train don't run through here no more Poor, poor pitiful me! Chorus Poor, poor pitiful me! Poor, poor pitiful me! Oh, these boys"

Poor, Poor Pitiful Me - Warren Zevon

"(Warren Zevon) I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks And wait for the Double "E" But the railroad don't run no more Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor pitiful me These young girls"

Poor Elijah - Eric Clapton

"(Delaney Bramlett) Poor Elijah, living on the bayou way. Poor Elijah, he had to take over raising fourteen kids When his daddy got caught stealing chickens from a neighbor one day. Work on Elijah, work"

Poor Me - Joe Diffie

"She took the keys She took the car Took my love And she broke my heart Poor me Poor me Poor me another Down with the blues Age old infection Learning to live With her rejection Poor me Poor me Poor"

Poor Jody - Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan

"Poor Jody a standin' on the same old corner it don't seem like the same old town You dreamed of the good life where a man could walk alone You walked out on a good wife oh it's too late she's gone Poor"

Poor Joey - Ian Dury

"I'm Joey the Budgie, I'm a boy or a girl I'm probably the most typical caged bird in the world In Cranham or Hounslow I sit on my perch Old Mother Nature's left me right in the lurch This is my routine:"

Poor Thing - Sweeney Todd (musical)

"There was a barber and his wife, and he was beautiful, a proper artist with a knife, but they transported him for life. And he was beautiful... Barker, his name was - Benjamin Barker. He had this wife,"

Poor baby - Angel City

"Home movies, cold U.V.'s more groovies Waiting for a ticket of leave Some learners get nervous, the perverts All want to play with Eve Sat back to look at your cracked actors Drowning in a sea of smiles"

Poor boy - Drake Bell

"Never sing for my supperI never help my neighbourNever do what is properFor my share of labour.I`m a poor boyAnd I`m a roverCount your coins andThrow them over my shoulderI may grow olderNobody knowsHow"

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