I been run down   Lord, I been lied to   And I don't know why   I let that mean woman make out a fool   She took all my money   Wrecked my new car   Now she's with one of my good-time buddies,   Drinkin' in some cross-town bar   Sometimes I feel   Sometimes I feel   Like I been   Tied to the whippin' post   Tied to the whippin' post   Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'   My friends tell me   That I been such a fool   But I got to stand there an' take it   All for loving you   Drown myself in sorrow   As I look at what you done   Nothin' seems to change;   That bad times stay the same,   And I can't run   Sometimes I feel   Sometimes I feel   Like I been   Tied to the whippin' post   Tied to the whippin' post   Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'