Whipping Post (Live at Painters Mill Music Fair - 10-17-71)

I've been run down and 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, wrecks my new car.

Now she's with one of my good time buddies,

They're drinkin in some cross-town bar.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,

Like I been tied to the whippin post.

Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post.

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin.

My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.

But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you.

Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done.

But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same,

And I can't run.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,

Like I been tied to the whippin post.

Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post.

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,

Like I been tied to the whippin post.

Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post.

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin.