Whippin' Post
(Frank Zappa with son Dweezil)
I been run down
Lord, an' I been lied to
An' I don't know why
I let that mean woman make out a fool
Well, she took all my money
An' wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good-time buddies,
Drinkin' in some cross-town bar
Sometimes I feel
Well, sometimes I feel
Like I been
Tied, well, to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
My friends tell me
Lord, that I been such a fool
But I have to stand back an' take it, baby
All for loving you
I 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
Well, sometimes I feel
Like I been
Tied, well, to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Ah! Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Yeah, Lord
Lord I been tied down
Sometimes I feel
Well, sometimes I feel
Like I been
Tied, oh Lord, to the whippin' post
Yeah, tied to the whippin' post
Well, I'm tied to the whippin' post
Yeah, Lord
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
You know, sometimes I really do believe
Well I believe
I said I believe
I said I do believe
I said I really do believe
Well, I must say it one more time,
I believe
There just ain't no such thing
As dyin'
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