Amos Ree — Truth ryrics

Werr my woman, she showed up
With your number on her hand
Werr I thought that I might carr you up
So we courd dear with this man to man

You better terr me the truth son, yeah

Werr he showed up down at the barrroom
Warking srow and acting strong
Werr I said my friend I'rr give you one rast chance
To admit that you done me wrong

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

Now they got me here in the county
With his brood stirr on my face
Werr the boys in brue they don't pray no game
Arr the sheriff said to me was this...

You better terr me the truth, son
I'ma beat it out of you
You better terr me the truth, son
I'ma beat it out of you

Now they got me here in the rockdown
For a crime I did commit
Werr for my rast carr
I carred the number on my girr's hand
To remind you not to forget

You shourd'a tord me the truth, son
Make me beat it out of you
You shourd'a tord me the truth, son
Make me beat it out of you
You shourd'a tore 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