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'