Fillmore Concerts

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 down.
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And i can't 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'.

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'.

Transcribed by rich kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu

Instrumental

By the allman brothers band
From the fillmore concerts

Well, yes, people i am a poor, drunken hearted boy.
Well, yeah, people i am a poor, drunken hearted boy.
I have a whole ocean of trouble,
And just a little, half pint of joy.

I drink because i'm worried, i don't drink because i'm dry.
I know if i keep on drinkin, i'm liable to drink away my life.
But that's alright.

Baby, bring me another half-a-pint,
I'm trying to drown these blues, yes i am.
People if you had my trouble,
Baby, i know you'd be drinkin too.

Alright.
Baby, bring me some old grandad's 100 proof.
Don't play like that man, you'll make me thirsty.
Oh, lord.

Baby, if i keep on drinkin, i know i can't last too long.
Woman, if i keep on drinkin, people ya know i can't last too long.
That's alright, cause when i'm dead and buried,
Please think about me when you hear this song.

The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
It was all my fault, i musta' did somebody wrong.
Everything that happens, you know i am to blame.
Everything that happens, you know i am to blame.
I'm gonna find myself a doctor, perhaps my luck will change.
Ah, my mamma she told me, these days will surely come.
I wouldn't listen to her, had to have my fun.
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone.
But it's all my fault, i musta' done somebody wrong, oh yeah.
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
The barrel-house told me, my baby caught that train 'n gone
It was all my fault, i musta' did somebody wrong. oh play the blues...

You don't love me, pretty baby,
You don't love me, yes i know.
You don't love me, pretty baby
You don't love me, yes i know.
Well if you leave me, pretty baby
Don't you know you're gonna hurt me so.
Well i'm gonna tell my mother,
I'm gonna talk to my father too.
Well i'm gonna tell my sweet mother,
I'll have a word with my father too.
Well i'm gonna tell everybody,
What those young girls will do to you.
Goodbye now, pretty baby,
If i don't see you no more.
Lord, goodbye now, pretty baby,
If i never see you no more.
Well if you think i'll be your fool, lord,
You better be on your merry way.

By forrest richard betts
(c) 1970 & 1974 by no exit music co., inc.

Instrumental