I've been run down
I've been lied to
And I don't know why
I let that mean woman make me out a fool
She took all my money
Wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good timing buddies
They're drinkin' in some cross-town 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 told me
"You've been such a fool"
And I had to stand down and take it all, baby
All because I love you
Drown myself in sorrow
When I look at what you've done
Now nothing seems to change, bad times just 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
Don't you know I'm tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying
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