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I been run down, I 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 goodtime buddies, They're drinkin in some crosstown bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I 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 done. But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same, And I cant run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, Like I been tied to the whipping post Tied to the whipping post, Tied to the whipping post, Good lord, I feel like I'm dyin.
~ The Allman Brothers
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