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 whipping post
Tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying
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 whipping post
Tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh, ohh
Ohh, ohh
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 dying
