Evening With The Allman Brother Band

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

By gregg allman
(c) 1970 & 1974 by no exit music co. inc.

Transcribed by jory kahn

Just one more mornin'
I had to wake up with the blues
Pulled myself outta bed, yeah
Put on my walkin' shoes,
Went up on the mountain,
To see what i could see,
The whole world was fallin',
Right down in front of me.

[chorus]
'cause i'm hung up on dreams i'll never see, yeah baby.
Ahh help me baby, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah.

Pull myself together, put on a new face,
Climb down off the hilltop, baby,
Get back in the race.

[chorus]

Pull myself together, put on a new face,
Climb down off the hilltop, baby,
Get back in the race.

[chorus]

Black hearted woman, can't you see your poor man dyin'.
Can't count on both hands, babe, all the lonely nights i've been cryin'.
Well i'm tired of all your slippery ways, i can't take your evil lyin'.
Oh, no.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Black hearted woman, cheap trouble and pain is all you play.
Some time thinking i'll be much better, if i was stiff down in my grave.
No, i just can't stay.
Yesterday i was your man, now you don't know my name.
Yesterday i was your man, now you don't know my name.
Well i'm going out to find a new way babe, oh, to get back into your
Game.
Yeah, yeah.
One of these days, i'm gonna catch you with your back door man.
One of these days, yeah, i'm gonna catch you with your back door man.
I'll be moving on down the road pretty baby, oh, to start all over
Again.
Oh, yeah.

I have not come, yeah, to testify
About our bad, bad misfortune and i ain't here a wond'rin' why.
But i'll live on and i'll be strong
'cause it just ain't my cross to bear.

I sat down and wrote you a long letter, it was just the other day.
Said, sure as the sunrise, baby, tomorrow i'll be up and on my way.
But i'll live on and i'll be strong
'cause it just ain't my cross to bear.

But in the end, baby, long towards the end of your road,
Don't reach out for me, babe, 'cause i'm not gonna carry your load.
But i'll live on and i'll be strong
'cause it just ain't my cross to bear.