Statesboro Blues/These Days/Whipping Post

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door

I woke up this morning, I had them Statesboro Blues
I woke up this morning, had them Statesboro Blues
Well, I looked over in the corner, and Grandpa seemed to have them too

Well my momma died and left me
My poppa died and left me
I ain't good looking baby
Want someone sweet and kind

I'm goin' to the country, baby do you want to go?
But if you can't make it baby, your sister Lucille said she want to go
(And I sure will take her)

I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
Well, I love that woman, better than any woman I've ever seen
Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah
I treat her like a doggone queen

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low
You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door

Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days, these days I seem to think a lot
About the things I forgot to do, for you
And all the times I had a chance to

Well I've had a lover
I don't think I'll risk another these days
These days, these days I seem to be afraid
Live the life that I've made in song
But it's just that I have been losing, so long

These days I sit on the corner stone
Count the time in quarter tones of ten, my friend
And now I believe I want to see myself again

These days I sit on the corner stone
Count the time in quarter tones till ten, my friend
Please don't confront me with my failure
I'm aware of them

I've been run down
And I've been lied to
And I don't know why
I let that mean woman make me out a fool
She took all my money
Wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good time buddies
Drinkin' in some cross town bar

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Oh like I've been tied
To the whipping post
Well tied to the whipping post
Oh 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 there and take it baby
All for lovin' you
Well I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
But nothin' seems to change
The bad times stay the same
And I, oh I can't run

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied
To the whipping post
Oh tied to the whipping post
Oh tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I'm dyin'
Oh good lord I feel like I'm dyin'

Sometimes I feel
Lord sometimes I feel
Oh like I've been tied
To the whipping post
Oh tied to the whipping post
Oh no tied to the whipping post
Good lord I feel like I'm dyin'
Oh good lord I feel like I'm dyin'