Whipping Post - Della Mae, Avril Smith

I’ve been run down

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

Wrecked my new car

And now she’s with one of my good-time buddies

Drinkin' in a cross-town 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

I’ve been such a fool

And I had to stand by and take it, baby

All for lovin' you

Drown myself in sorrow

And look what you’ve done

Bad times stay the same, nothing seemed to change

And I can’t run

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'

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'