About the song
Let’s dive into the spirited tune “Poor Poor Pitiful Me” by the talented Linda Ronstadt. Released in 1977, this energetic track showcases Ronstadt’s remarkable vocal prowess and her ability to infuse raw emotion into her performances.
Written by Warren Zevon, “Poor Poor Pitiful Me” was included on Ronstadt’s album “Simple Dreams,” released in 1977. The album itself reached No. 1 on the Billboard 200 chart and solidified Ronstadt’s status as one of the leading female artists of her generation.
“Poor Poor Pitiful Me” is a lively exploration of heartache and longing, with Ronstadt’s dynamic delivery adding depth and authenticity to the song’s lyrics. Its catchy melody and upbeat tempo resonated with audiences, earning it a spot on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, where it peaked at No. 31.
Beyond its chart success, “Poor Poor Pitiful Me” has endured as a fan favorite and a staple of Ronstadt’s live performances. Her spirited rendition and the song’s relatable lyrics continue to captivate listeners, making it a cherished part of her repertoire.
As we listen to “Poor Poor Pitiful Me” by Linda Ronstadt, we’re reminded of the power of music to uplift and inspire, even in the face of heartache. Ronstadt’s infectious energy and the song’s catchy rhythm make it a timeless classic that continues to resonate with fans old and new.
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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