I've been run down
Lord, and I've been lied to
And I don't know why
I let that mean woman make me out a fool
Took all my money
Wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good time buddies
Drinkin' in some 'cross town 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 had to stand back and take it, babe
All for lovin' you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
But nothing seemed to change
The bad times stayed the same
And I can't run
Now I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I've been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post
Oh, good Lord, I feel like I'm dying
Oh, no
Yeah
I'm tied down
And 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
Oh, good, good, good
Oh, Lord, Lord, sometimes I feel like I'm dying
Nancy's pants, ladies and gentlemen
Let's have a big hand for Nancy's pants
Or just pull 'em
Here, a big nose for Nancy's pants
Now here's a man who knows good merchandise when he sees it
Can I keep this?
Great, I'll wear it to court
Here's a song that has proved to be very popular in this area throughout the years
During our, uh, Halloween tradition
Ready?
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