Whipping Post (Live at the Fillmore East, 1971)

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 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'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 down 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 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'