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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, 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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| • It Started To Rain | • Jails And Bombs |
| • Kid | • Ease Back |
| • Better Days |
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