The bass line at the beginning of the song is iconic. The best version of this one is the live cut. Whipping Post was one of the first songs Gregg Allman wrote for the Allman Brothers. That bass intro has a time signature of 11/8…not a common one to use.
He was staying with friends and thought of the lyrics but could not find a pencil and paper so he wrote the lyrics on an ironing board with burnt matches in the middle of the night. He had to be quiet and not wake up his friend’s child. He caught hell for messing up the ironing board but I think it was worth it.
The Allman Brothers…much like the Grateful Dead could deliver live. They constantly toured early in their careers and played free concerts in parks all over to grow their audience. They released one of the best live albums of all time with At Fillmore East. Money wasn’t the thing…they built a grassroots following and they were probably more popular in New York than anywhere else for this southern band.
The song was originally on their debut album The Allman Brothers Band and it peaked at #188. A live version was on the At Fillmore East album and it peaked at #13 on the Billboard Album Charts and #44 in Canada in 1971.
Frank Zappa would sometimes cover this song live.
This is Gregg Allman from the book “My Cross to Bear”
So that first night, I laid me down to go to sleep on my attic couch, and I dozed off for a while. All of a sudden I woke up, because a song had me by the ass. The intro had three sets of three, and two little steps that allowed you to jump back up on the next triad. I thought it was different, and I love different things. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I wish the rest of them had come like this—it was all right there in my head, all I had to do was write it down so I wouldn’t forget it by the morning.
I started feeling around for a light switch, but I couldn’t find one anywhere. I was in my sock feet; I just had on my drawers and a T-shirt. I found my way into the kitchen and it was pitch-dark. I had my hands out and I touched an ironing board—thank goodness, instead of tripping over it, which would’ve made a terrible noise.
I was feeling all around the counters for a piece of paper. I couldn’t find any paper or a pencil anywhere, but I did find a box of kitchen matches. A car happened to go by, and its lights flashed long enough to allow me to see that red, white, and blue box. I knew I could use the matches to write with, because I had diddled around enough with art to know that charcoal would work.
I figured the ironing board cover would work as a pad, so I’d strike a match, blow it out, use the charcoal tip to write with, and then strike another one. I charted out the three triads and the two little steps, and then I went to work on the lyrics:
“I’ve been run down, and I’ve been lied to …”
I got it all down on that ironing board cover, in the closest thing to shorthand as I could muster up. I was really proud that I didn’t wake Brittany up. The next morning, Hop raised so much fucking hell with me about that ironing board cover, but it worked out, and we got “Whipping Post” down that day…
The seldom-heard studio version.
Whipping Post
I’ve been run down and I’ve been lied to.
And I don’t know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecks my new car.
Now she’s with one of my good time buddies,
They’re drinkin in some cross-town bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied 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, that I’ve been such a fool.
But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin’ you.
Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you’ve done.
But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same,
And I can’t run.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin’ post.
Tied to the whippin’ post, tied to the whippin’ post.
Good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin’ post.
Tied to the whippin’ post, tied to the whippin’ post.
Good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’.

So good, love this song
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There’s your Allman Brothers right there!
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sing it! … belt that anguish out!
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They do that well!
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‘Whipping Post’ has gone down in music history as one of the greatest jams of all time because of its shrieking lead guitars, its lyrics that touch on existential sorrow, and its impossibly tight rhythm section which provide a perfect storm of raw emotions. Gregg tried to make it in Los Angeles, but career was failing when Duane called him and said his new band needed a vocalist. The blues rock song’s lyrics center on a metaphorical whipping post, an evil woman and futile existential sorrow. A man feels like he has been betrayed by his woman to the point where he feels like he’s helpless, as if he were tied to the whipping post, awaiting more punishment.
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They were incredibly tight as a band…not many that was as tight as they were on At Fillmore East
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Another iconic song – love, love, love it!
That live clip is just absolute killer! And, yes, that bassline is quite unusual. I think I love everything about “Whipping Post”! Can you feel it? 🙂
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Oh yes I can…I’ve never tried that bassline before…that is a must
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That’s creative of him! Bet he had a notepad & pen beside him when he went to sleep after that.
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Yea he probably did…they were so poor at that point they didn’t have much…so he thought on his feet.
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Ive commented on these guys so much my fingers and jaw hurt. All positive.
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Lyrics on an ironing board. Wow. I’ve heard of using a napkin or a paper plate but that takes ‘whatever comes to hand’ to another level.
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That takes some dedication right there. The bass player’s wife was pissed about her ironing board…but hey…it paid off.
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Seriously good jamming. When I read stories like this, of how a song came to be, I feel like there is a higher power that feels sorry for us and sends some beauty through for humans to get a little respite from this jungle we call life. Thank you, Gregg, for making sure you got it down. ❤
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That book he wrote was just as good as Keith’s and Robbie’s….those three books are just wonderful. I got some huge info out of that book and a lot of funny stories.
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Max if I ever get time I will read Robbie’s and this one. Right now I’m fully engaged in Chuck Palahniuk’s new one. NOBODY can write like this man. He has the mind of a clockwork genius madman and in each one of his books he purges unspeakable pain from himself.
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When I start venturing into fiction again…I’ll check him out. The only fiction books I’ve read are Kings and the Harry Potter series.
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Perfectly put Lisa.
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Thanks, Ob.
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You had me at 11/8…
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I know John….I’ve never learned that before but now I want to.
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You could spend a lifetime on odd meters like that…
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Yes…so much to learn and too little time.
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Iron in awe.
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Maybe you or I should do that to write a hit.
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One of my favourite Allman Bros tracks. Such anguish! Such playing!
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Thanks for reading…and yes I agree.
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Not to big on the catalog of music of these guys but I know this one….Great title as well lol….
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