Whipping Post — текст песни (Allman Brors)

I been run down

Lord, I been lied to

And I don`t know why

I let that mean woman make out a fool

She took all my money

Wrecked my new car

Now she`s with one of my good-time buddies,

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

Good Lord, I feel like I`m dyin`

My friends tell me

That I been such a fool

But I got to stand there an` take it

All for loving you

Drown myself in sorrow

As I look at what you done

Nothin` seems to change;

That bad times stay 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

Good Lord, I feel like I`m dyin`