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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 got me here at 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 got me here at the county
With his blood still on my face
Well, the boys in blue they don't play no games
All the sheriff said to me was that

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

Now they got me here at the lock down
For a crime I did commit
Well, for my one call I called the number on my girl's hand
To remind you 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

Make me beat it outta you
(Should'a told me the truth)
Make me beat it outta you
(Should'a told me the truth)

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