Whipping Post
I've been run down, I've 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
And now she's with one of my good time buddies
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
I have to stand back and take it, all for loving you
Drown myself in sorrow, as I look at what you've done
Nothing seems to change, 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
Yeah, don't you know, don't you know
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel
Like I'm tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying