Whipping Post

I've been run down
Lord, I've been lied to
And I don't know why
I let that mean woman make me a fool
She took all my money
And wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good time buddies
Drinkin' in some crosstown bar

Sometimes I feel...
Sometimes I feel...

Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

My friends tell me
That I've been such a fool
And I have to stand by and take it babe
All for lovin' you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
Nothin' seems to change
The bad times stay the same
And I can't run

Sometimes I feel...
Sometimes I feel...

Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

Sometimes I feel...
Sometimes I feel...

Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Allman
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