Whipping Post Songtext
von Steve Morse

I′ve been run down, I've been lied to
And I don′t know why I let that mean woman make me a fool
Took all my money, wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good-time buddies
And they're drinking 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 dying


My friends tell me that I've been such a fool
And I have to stand by and take it, baby, all for loving you
I drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you′ve done
But nothing 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 dying

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, feel like I'm dying

Dying
Oh, Lord
I'm dying