I've [bad word] 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
She got my new car
Now she's with one of my good time buddies
They're drinkin' in some cross town 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 
Oh, Good Lord I feel like I'm dyin'

My friends tell me
That I've been such a fool
And I have to stand down and take it, baby,
All for lovin' you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
Nothin' seems to change
Bad times stay the same
And I [bad word] 

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 
Oh, Good Lord I feel like I'm dyin'

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 
Oh, Good Lord I feel like I'm dyin'