The Whippin' Post

We've been put down
We've been lied to
I don't know why,
We let ol' Brandon make us the fool

He killed our great economy
Imported criminals from afar
Now Hunter and his ChiCom buddies
They're drinkin' in some fancy DC bar

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord I feel like I'm dyin'!

The media they all tell us
That we've acted the fool
And we gotta stand down and take it,
And obey their Deep State rules

So we drown ourselves in sorrow
As they try to take our guns
Nothin' seems to change
Voter fraud stays the same
But good guys still want to run 

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied
To the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord I feel like I'm dyin'!

With sincere and heartfelt apologies to Duane, Gregg, Dickey and the rest of the Allman Brothers Band.