Whipping Post
I been run down, I been lied to,
I don't know why I let that man make me a fool.
He took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now he’s with one of my goodtime girls,
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,
And 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 go on.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
And 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,
And lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.