I been run down Lord, ‘n I been lied to And I don’t know why I let that mean woman make me out a fool
Well, she took all my money ‘N wrecked my new car Now she’s with one of my good-time buddies, Drinkin’ in some cross-town bar
Sometimes I feel Well, sometimes I feel Like I been Tied, well, to the whippin’ post Tied to the whippin’ post Tied to the whippin’ post Good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’
My friends tell me Oh, that I been such a fool I have to stand back an’ take it, babe All for loving you
I drown myself in sorrow As I look at what you’ve done But nothin’ seems to change; That bad times stay the same, And I can’t run
Sometimes I feel Well, sometimes I feel Like I been Tied, well, to the whippin’ post Tied to the whippin’ post Tied to the whippin’ post Oh, good Lord, I feel like I’m dyin’
Oh! Oh Lord Lord no! Yeah Lord ooh! Oh! I been tied down
Sometimes I feel Well, sometimes I feel Like I been Tied, oh-wo-wo, to the whippin’ post Yeah, tied to the whippin’ post Well, I’m tied to the whippin’ post Yeaaah! Lo-wo oooooooh-oo-we-oo-wee oooh! Lo-oo-ow-ow-oo Lord Lord You know sometimes I really do believe Well I believe I said I believe I said I do believe I said I really do believe Well ‘n I must say it one more time I believe That there just ain’t no such thing As dyin’