I been run down, I been lied to,   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 goodtime buddies,   They're 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 I'm dyin'.      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.   Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what you've done.   But nothin' seems to change, the bad times and the shame,   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 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 I'm dyin'.