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I've been run down and I've been lied to. |
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And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool. |
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She took all my money, wrecks my new car. |
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Now she's with one of my good time buddies, |
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They're drinkin in some cross-town bar. |
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Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, |
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Like I been tied to the whippin post. |
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Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. |
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Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. |
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My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool. |
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But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you. |
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Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done. |
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But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same, |
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And I can't run. |
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Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, |
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Like I been tied to the whippin post. |
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Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. |
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Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. |
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Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel, |
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Like I been tied to the whippin post. |
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Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post. |
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Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin. |
