WHIPPING POST
Gregg Allman


I've been run down,
I've been lied to.
I don't know why
I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money,
wrecked my new car.
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, 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 baby,
all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow,
and I look at what you've down.
But 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'.



(Contributed by Bette Carl - May 2002)