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Truth (2006 Version) - Amos Lee
Written by:Amos Lee
Well my woman she showed up
With your number on her hand
Well I thought that I might call you up
So we could deal with this man to man
You better tell me the truth son
Well he showed up down at the ballroom
Walking slow and acting strong
Well I said my friend I'll give you one last chance
To admit that you done me wrong
You better tell me the truth son
You better tell me the truth son
Now they got me here in the county
With his blood still on my face
Well the boys in blue they don't play no game
All the sheriff said to me was this
You better tell me the truth son
I'ma beat it out of you
You better tell me the truth son
I'ma beat it out of you
Well they got me here in the lock down
For a crime I did commit well for my last call
I called the number on my girl's hand
To remind you not to forget
You shoulda told me the truth son
Make me beat it out of you
You shoulda told me the truth son
Make me beat it out of you
You shoulda told me the truth son
Make me beat it out of you
Make me beat it out of you
Make me beat it
Make me beat it
Make me beat it
Make me beat it out of you