Don't Pity Me
words and music by Roy Zimmerman
© 1993 Watunes (BMI)
(From "Folk Heroes" [Metaphor], "Folk Heroes" [Reprise] and "The Best of the Foremen")

I'm a rovin' boy
Ain't got no money
Ain't got no job
No health insurance
And the twinklin' stars
Are my only family
Don't pity me
Don't pity me

Well, I lost ten years
To a thirsty bottle
And I lost my wife
When I lost my job
And I lost three toes
To a case of frostbite
Don't pity me
Don't pity me

Well, I lost my hearing
Sleepin' in a tunnel
And I gouged my eye
Diggin' in a dumpster
And I'm pissin' blood
And I'm coughin' up little bits of my lungs
Don't pity me
Don't pity me

Well, you need your briefcase
And you need your car phone
And you need your nine iron
And your video resume
And you need your day runner
And your microwave hair dryer
The last thing you need
Is to pity me

I'm a rovin' boy
Ain't got no money
Ain't got no walls
For to hang my diploma
And the twinklin' stars
Are my only family
Don't pity me
Don't pity me
Don't pity me
Don't pity me