I've [bad word] down
I've been lied to
And 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 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 
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 baby 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 [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 
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