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'
