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 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 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 |
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