I been run down, I been lied to, I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecked my new car. Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies, Theyre 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 Im dyin. My friends tell me, that Ive 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 youve down. But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same, And I cant 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 Im 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 Im dyin.
I been run down, I been lied to, I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool. She took all my money, wrecked my new car. Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies, Theyre 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 Im dyin. My friends tell me, that Ive 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 youve down. But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same, And I cant 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 Im 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 Im dyin.
