Whipping Post

I been run down Lord, 'n I been lied to And I don't know why I let that mean woman make me out a fool She took all my money 'N 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 Tied to the whippin' post Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin' My friends tell me That I been such a fool I have to stand back an' take it, babe All for loving you I drown myself in sorrow As I look at what you've done But 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 Tied to the whippin' post Oh, good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin' Lord Lord, no no Yeah Lord Been tied down Sometimes I feel Sometimes I feel Like I been Tied to the whippin' post Tied to the whippin' post Tied to the whippin' post Lawd-no-oooh! Oh Lord Lord Lord You know sometimes I try to believe That just there ain't no such thing As dyin'