I been run down, i 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.

Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies,

They're drinkin' in some crosstown 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 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.

Drown myself in sorrow, and i look at what you've down.

But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay 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 dyin'.



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 dyin'.



Transcribed by rich kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu