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 done 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'