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 She took all my money ... wrecked 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've 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've been such a fool And I have to stand by and take it baby ... all for lovin' you I drown myself in sorrow ... as 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've been tied to the whippin’ post Tied to the whippin’ post Tied to the whippin’ post Good Lord I feel like I'm dyin' Sometimes I feel Sometimes I feel ... like I've been tied to the whippin’ post Tied to the whippin’ post Tied to the whippin' post Good Lord I feel like I'm dyin'