Poor Poor Pitiful Me (Live) - Linda Ronstadt

I lay my head on the railroad tracks I'm waiting for the double E The railroad 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 Well, 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 waring 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 Woo! Poor, poor, pitiful me Poor, poor, pitiful me These 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 hired house I don't wanna talk about it (hut!) Poor, poor, pitiful me (woo) Poor, poor, pitiful me (Hut! Never mind) Poor, poor, pitiful me (Woo-hoo, yeah) Poor, poor, pitiful me

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 Poor, poor pitiful me 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 And I ain't namin' names But he really worked me over good Just like Jesse James Yes, he really worked me over good He was a credit to his gender He put me through some changes, Lord Sorta like a wearing blender Poor, poor pitiful me 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-Carré Down in Yokohama He picked me up, and he threw me down Sayin', "Please, don't hurt me, mama" Poor, poor pitiful me 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 Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor, poor me Poor, poor pitiful me Poor, poor, poor me Poor, poor pitiful me

I got the check in the bank account The weekend's finally rolled around Drop a line to my party crowd Gettin' over it, gettin' over this Working just to make a buck I swear I never have enough But we show up, and we show out And now we're 'bout to get loud Take one down, pass it around 'Cause damn we need another round Drinks on ice and the Friday night lights The boys and me we shut it down We say hey yeah, living like we're small town famous Out here we just take one down, pass it around Oh poor me, pour me up another round A couple down we're feeling fine Check the clock, yeah it's Miller time Oh the good ol' boys are back in town When we take it out, we burn it down Take one down, pass it around 'Cause damn we need another round Drinks on ice and the Friday night lights The boys and me we shut it down We say hey yeah, living like we're small town famous Out here we just take one down, pass it around Oh poor me, pour me up another round We say hey yeah Living like we're small town famous 'Round here we say hey yeah Living like we're small town famous Take one down, pass it around 'Cause damn we need another round Drinks on ice and the Friday night lights The boys and me we shut it down We say hey yeah, living like we're small town famous Around here we just take one down, pass it around Oh poor me, pour me up another round Pour me up another round Pour me up another round

The strange young man who comes to me A soldier on a three day spree Who needs one night's cheap ecstasy And a woman's arms to hide him He greets me with a courtly bow And hides his pain by acting proud He drinks too much and he laughs too loud How can I deny him? Let us dance beneath the moon I'll sing to you "Claire de Lune' The morning always comes too soon But tonight the war is over He speaks to me in schoolboy French Of a soldier's life inside a trench Of the look of death and the ghastly stench I do my best to please him He puts two roses in a vase Two roses sadly out of place Like the gallant smile on his haggard face Playfully I tease him Hold me 'neath the Paris skies Let's not talk of how or why Tomorrow's soon enough to die But tonight the war is over We make love too hard too fast He falls asleep, his face a mask He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask I put my arms around him They die in the trenches and they die in the air In Belgium and France the dead are everywhere They die so fast there's no time to prepare A decent grave to surround them Old world glory, old world fame The old world's gone, gone up in flames Nothing will ever be the same And nothing lasts forever Oh I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how And there's nothing, nothing that can save him now There's always another with the same funny bow And who am I to deny them Lux aeterna Luce-at e-is domine cum Sanctic tu-is in aeternum Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum Dona e-is Domine. Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum Dona e-is Domine Qui-a pius es et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum Sancris tu-is in Aeternum qui-api-us es Tonight the war is over...

Nadie comprende lo que sufro yo Tanto que ya no puedo sollozar Solo, temblando de ansiedad estoy Todos me miran y se van Mujer, si puedes tú con Dios hablar Pregúntale si yo alguna vez Te he dejado de adorar Al mar, espejo de mi corazón Las veces que me ha visto llorar La perfidia de tu amor Te he buscado por doquiera que yo voy Y no te puedo hallar Para qué quiero tus besos Si tus labios no me quieren ya besar Y tú, quién sabe por dónde andarás Quién sabe qué aventura tendrás Qué lejos estás de mí Te he buscado por doquiera que yo voy Y no te puedo hallar Para qué quiero tus besos Si tus labios no me quieren ya besar Y tú, quién sabe por dónde andarás Quién sabe qué aventura tendrás Qué lejos estás de mí De mí