About the song
Linda Ronstadt’s Heart-Wrenching Ballad: “Poor Poor Pitiful Me”
Linda Ronstadt, the iconic American singer with a voice as smooth as velvet, has left an indelible mark on the music industry. One of her most poignant and memorable tracks is undoubtedly “Poor Poor Pitiful Me.” This soulful ballad, originally penned by the talented Warren Zevon, showcases Ronstadt’s exceptional vocal abilities and her knack for transforming a song into a personal narrative.
Released in 1977 as part of her album “Simple Dreams,” “Poor Poor Pitiful Me” quickly became a fan favorite. Ronstadt’s interpretation of the song is both heartbreaking and empowering. Her rich, emotive vocals convey a sense of vulnerability and resilience, making the listener feel deeply connected to the lyrics. Zevon’s poignant lyrics, filled with imagery of heartbreak and longing, are brought to life through Ronstadt’s expressive performance.
The song’s arrangement is simple yet effective, allowing Ronstadt’s voice to take center stage. The gentle acoustic guitar strumming and subtle instrumentation create a warm and inviting atmosphere, enhancing the emotional impact of the lyrics. Ronstadt’s ability to infuse her performances with such raw emotion is what sets her apart as one of the greatest singers of her generation.
“Poor Poor Pitiful Me” is more than just a beautiful song; it’s a testament to the enduring power of music to connect with people on a deep level. Ronstadt’s rendition of this classic ballad has resonated with audiences for decades, and it continues to be a beloved staple in the singer’s discography.
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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