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`.
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