Lyrics:

Gregg wrote this song on an ironing board with the burnt end of matches. The idea came to him in the middle of the night and he couldn’t find a pen.
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
Now she's with one of my good-time buddies
They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar

Sometimes, I feel
Sometimes, I feel

Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying


My friends tell me
That I've been such a fool
And I have to stand by and take it, baby
All for lovin' you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
But nothin' seems to change
The bad times stay the same
And I can't run

Sometimes, I feel
Sometimes, I feel

Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying


Sometimes, I feel
Sometimes, I feel

Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dying