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.