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 Down.


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'.