Whipping Post

I've been run down, and I've been lied to And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool She took all my money, wrecks my new car Now she's with one of my good time buddies They're drinkin' in some cross-town 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 dying My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you Drown myself in sorrow, as I look at what you've done But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed 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 dying Ohh, ohh, ohh Ohh, ohh, ohh Ohh, ohh 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 dying