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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 Drinkin in some cross town bar |
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Like I've been tied to the whippin' post Tied to the whippin' post, Tied to the whippin' post, Good lord I feel like I'm dying. |
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And I have to stand by and take if, baby, all for loving you. Drown myself in sorrow and I look at what you've done, But nothing seems to change, the bad times stay the same And I can't go on |
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