Amos Lee — Truth

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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

Now they come here 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, yeah
You better tell me the truth son

Now they come here at the county
With his blood still on my fesh
Well the boys in blue they don’t play no game
All the sheriff shed to me was it

You better tell me the truth, son, yeah, yeah
You better tell me the truth, son, yeah

Now they come here at the lockdown
For a crime I did commit
Well for my one call
I called the number on my girl’s hand
To remind to not to forget

You should’a told me the truth, son, yeah
You should’a told me the truth, son
You should’a told me the truth, son
Oh, babe beat it outta you (Should’a told me the truth)
Baby beat it outta you (Should’a told me the truth)