Truth Lyrics - Last Days At The Lodge - 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 

[Chorus] 

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 

[Chorus: x2] 

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 

[Chorus: x2] 

Now they got me here in 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 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