Whipping Post

I've been run down

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

Wrecked my new car

Now she's with one of my good-time buddies

They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar

Sometimes, I feel

Sometimes, I feel

Like I've 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

And I have to stand by and take it, baby

All for lovin' you

I drown myself in sorrow

As 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've been tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying

Sometimes, I feel

Sometimes, I feel

Like I've been tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying