Truth

Amos Lee

Composição de: 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, yeah 

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, yeah 
You better tell me 
The truth son, yeah 

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 

Now they got me here 
In the lockdown 
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 should'a told me 
The truth, son 
Make me beat 
It out of you 
You should'a told me 
The truth, son 
Make me beat 
It out of you 
You should'a tole me 
The truth, son 
Oh 

Make me beat it 
Outta you 
Make me beat it 
Outta you 
Make me beat it 
Make me beat it 
Make me beat it 
Make me beat it 
Out of you
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