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

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Don't care how long you go,
I don't care how long you stay,
It's good kind treatment,
Bring you home someday.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
Poor me, anymore.
Now you keep on bettin',
That the dice won't pass.
Well i know, and i know,
Whoa, oh you're livin' too fast.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
Poor me, anymore.
Yeah, i'll tell everybody,
In my neighborhood.
You're a kind little woman,
But you don't do me no good.
But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
Poor me, anymore.
I know you're leaving,
If you call that's gone.
Oh without my lovin' yeah,
Oh, you can't stay long.
Someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
Poor me, anymore.
Well good bye baby,
Yeah well take my hand.
I don't want no woman no,
Who can't have no man.
But someday baby, you ain't gonna trouble,
Poor me, anymore. trouble no more.
Oh yeah... yeah babe.

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.

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