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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’ve 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’ve been such a fool.But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin’ you.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.Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,Like I’ve been tied to the whippin’ post.Tied to the whippin’ post, tied to the whippin’ post.Good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’.Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,Like I’ve been tied to the whippin’ post.Tied to the whippin’ post, tied to the whippin’ post.Good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’