Sometimes I feel, sometimes
I feel,
Like I been tied 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, that I've
been such a fool.
But I had to stand by and
take it baby, all for lovin you.
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.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes
I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin
post.
Tied to the whippin post,
tied to the whippin post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm
dyin.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes
I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin
post.
Tied to the whippin post,
tied to the whippin post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm
dyin.
Marco Giunco |
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