I been run down
  Lord, I been lied to
  And I don't know why
  I let that mean woman make out a fool
  She took all my money
  Wrecked my new car
  Now she's with one of my good-time buddies,
  Drinkin' in some cross-town bar
  Sometimes I feel
  Sometimes I feel
  Like I been
  Tied to the whippin' post
  Tied to the whippin' post
  Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
  My friends tell me
  That I been such a fool
  But I got to stand there an' take it
  All for loving you
  Drown myself in sorrow
  As I look at what you done
  Nothin' seems to change;
  That bad times stay the same,
  And I can't run
  Sometimes I feel
  Sometimes I feel
  Like I been
  Tied to the whippin' post
  Tied to the whippin' post
  Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'