They're drinkin' in some cross town bar
Tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post
I drown myself in sorrow, as I look at what you've done
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same
Now she's with one of my good time buddies
She took all my money, wrecks my new car
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
Sometimes I feel, oh, Lord, sometimes
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'
I've been tied, oh, it's another bad day, oh, she [Incomprehensible]
And I have to stand back, take it babe, all for lovin' you
And I can't run
My friends tell, that I've been such a fool
Sometimes I feel, sometimes, yeah
Sometimes I feel, sometimes
Like I've been tied to the whipping post
I've been tied to the whipping post
Oh, Lord, good Lord, what a feeling, what a feeling
Tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post
