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 drinking in some cross-town bar

Sometimes I feel sometimes I feel

Like I been tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Almost tied to the whipping post

Good Lord I feel like I'm dying

My friends tell me

And you've been such a fool

But I had to stand ever take it down baby

All for loving you

Drown myself in sorrow

As I look at what you've done

But nothing seemed to change

The bad times stayed the same

That all can't run

Sometimes I feel sometimes I feel

Like I been tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Almost tied to the whipping post

Good Lord I feel like I'm dying

Good Lord I feel like I'm dying

Sometimes I feel sometimes I feel

Like I been tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Almost tied to the whipping post

Good Lord I feel like I'm dying