Whipping Post

I've been run down, I've been lied to

And I don't know why I let that mean woman make me a fool

Took all my money, wrecked my new car

Now she's with one of my good-time buddies

And they're drinking in some cross-town bar

Sometimes I feel

Sometimes I feel

Like I've 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

And I have to stand by and take it, baby, all for loving you

I drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done

But nothing seems to change, the bad times stay the same

And I can't run

Sometimes I feel

Sometimes I feel

Like I've been tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying

Sometimes I feel

Sometimes I feel

Like I've been tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Tied to the whipping post

Good Lord, feel like I'm dying

Dying

Oh, Lord

I'm dying