Well my woman, she showed up
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With your number on her hand
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Well I thought that I might call you up
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So we could deal with this man to man
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You better tell me the truth son, yeah
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Well he showed up down at the ballroom
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Walking slow and acting strong
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Well I said my friend I'll give you one last chance
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To admit that you done me wrong
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You better tell me the truth son, yeah
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You better tell me the truth son, yeah
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Now they got me here in the county
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With his blood still on my face
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Well the boys in blue they don't play no game
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All the sheriff said to me was this...
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You better tell me the truth, son
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I'ma beat it out of you
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You better tell me the truth, son
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I'ma beat it out of you
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Now they got me here in the lockdown
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For a crime I did commit
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Well for my last call
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I called the number on my girl's hand
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To remind you not to forget
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You should'a told me the truth, son
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Make me beat it out of you
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You should'a told me the truth, son
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Make me beat it out of you
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You should'a tole me the truth, son
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Oh...
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Make me beat it outta you
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Make me beat it outta you
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Make me beat it
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Make me beat it
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Make me beat it
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Make me beat it out of you
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Truth
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| Amos Lee |
