Copyright Tim Hahn
Listen old friend listen to me
Save your breath don’t beg for sympathy
Pull yourself together time to face the news:
Your hands are in your pockets and your head is full of poor me blues
Head is full of poor me blues
Your nights are empty like a midnight train
Going nowhere fast through an endless rain
Your hopes have faded like flowers along the track
When you got the poor me blues, the pity’s gonna break your back
Pity’s gonna break your back
When our beliefs become convictions
We have to live with all the contradictions
Last call now high time we heed it
We all got a demon, but you don’t have to feed it
Out on the horizon there’s a light above the trees
Pay close attention to the whispers in the breeze
Ask yourself the questions you’ve tried so hard to lose
Down the back streets and alleys
Walkin’ with the poor me blues
Walkin’ with the poor me blues
Your crippled dreams your precious sorrow
Fuck yesterday don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow
Pick up your bags and walk right out the door
There’s a new day dawning you can leave behind your poor me
Leave behind your poor me
Leave behind your poor me blues