Well, my woman, she showed up With your number on her handWell, I thought that I might call you up So we could deal with this man to manYou better tell me the truth, sonWell, he showed up down at the ballroom Walking slow and acting strongWell, I said, my friend, I'll give you one last chance To admit that you done me wrongYou better tell me the truth, sonWell, I thought that I might call you up So we could deal with this man to manYou better tell me the truth, sonNow they got me here in the county With his blood still on my faceWell, the boys in blue, they don't play no games All the sheriffs said to me was thisYou better tell me the truth, sonWell, the boys in blue, they don't play no games All the sheriffs said to me was thisYou better tell me the truth, sonI won't beat it out of youWell, now they got me here in a lockdown For a crime I did commitWell, for my last call I called the number on my girl's handTo remind you not to forgetYou should have told me the truth, sonMade me beat it out of youYou should have told me the truth, sonThe truth, son, made me beat it out of youYou should have told me the truth, sonMade me beat it out of youMade me beat it out of youMade me beat itMade me beat itMade me beat itMade me beat it out of you