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 stay the same,

 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'.