Whipping Post

I been run down

Lord, and I been lied to

And I don't know why

I let that mean woman make me out a fool

She took all my money

And wrecked my new car

And 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, tied to the whippin' post

Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

My friends tell me

That I been such a fool

I have to stand back an' take it, girl

All for loving you

I drown myself in sorrow

As I look at what you've done

But 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, tied to the whippin' post

Oh, good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

Sometimes times I feel, sometimes I feel

Like I been tied to the whippin' post

Tied to the whippin' post, tied to the whippin' post

Good Lord, ooh, oh, Lord Lord Lord

You know sometime, I try to believe

There just ain't no such thing as dyin'