Whipping Post (Live at Winterland, 1973)

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'