Whipping Post (Live)

I've been run down
I've been lied to
And I don't know why
I let that mean woman make me out a fool
She took all my money
Wrecked my new car, yeah
Now she's with one of my good-time buddies
They're 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, feel like I'm dying

My friends tell me
That I've been such a fool
And I have to stand by and take it, baby
All for lovin' you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
But nothin' seems to change, bad times stay the same
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, feel like I'm dying

Well, sometimes, I feel
Sometimes, I feel

Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied and bound, hey
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord
Well, good Lord
Well, good Lord, don't you know it feel, it feel
It feel like I'm dying?

Thank you



Credits
Writer(s): Gregg L. Allman
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