Truth

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