Whipping Post

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

They're drinking in some crosstown 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

My friends tell me

That I've been such a fool

And I have to stand by and take it, babe

All for loving you

I drown myself in sorrow

As I look at what you've done

But nothing seems to change

The bad times stay the same

And I can't run

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