I've been run down and 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, wrecks 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 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 had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
I drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done.
But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same,
And I can't run.