About the song
Let’s dive into the soulful sounds of “Poor Poor Pitiful Me,” a classic song performed by the legendary Linda Ronstadt. This song, written by the talented Warren Zevon, captures the essence of heartache and resilience with its raw lyrics and infectious melody.
“Poor Poor Pitiful Me” was featured on Linda Ronstadt’s album “Simple Dreams,” released in 1977. The album itself was a commercial success, reaching the top of the Billboard 200 chart and showcasing Ronstadt’s versatility as an artist.
As for the song’s chart performance, “Poor Poor Pitiful Me” climbed to number 31 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in the United States. While it may not have reached the top of the charts, its catchy hook and Ronstadt’s emotive vocals earned it a special place in the hearts of many listeners.
Warren Zevon’s original version of “Poor Poor Pitiful Me” was released in 1976, showcasing his unique blend of rock and folk influences. While Zevon’s rendition garnered critical acclaim, it was Linda Ronstadt’s dynamic interpretation that brought the song to a wider audience.
With its timeless appeal and universal themes of heartbreak and resilience, “Poor Poor Pitiful Me” continues to resonate with listeners, reminding us of the enduring power of music to evoke deep emotions. Linda Ronstadt’s rendition stands as a testament to her remarkable talent and lasting legacy in the world of music.
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Lyrics
Well, I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting on the double E
But the train don’t run by 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
Now I ain’t naming names
Well, he really worked me over good
Just like Jesse James
Yes, he really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
Put me through some changes, Lord
Sort of like a waring 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 Carres
Down in Yokohama
He picked me up and he threw me down
He said, “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