Whipping Post - Pat Travers

I been run down, I been lied to

I dont know why I let that mean woman make me a fool

She took all my money, wrecked my new car

Now shes with one of my goodtime buddies

Theyre 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 Im dyin

My friends tell me, that Ive 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 youve down

But nothin seems to change, the bad times stay the same

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 Im 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 Im dyin