| 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 |