Whipping Post

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.