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.
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.
I've
And I've been such a fool
All for loving you
I've drowned myself in sorrow
But look at what you've done.
And I can't change,
Some things stay the same.
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 i feel like i'm dying