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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'. From Letras Mania