Well, my woman, she showed up with your number on her hand
I thought that I might call you up so we can deal with this man to man
You better tell me the truth, son
You better tell me the truth, son
Now, he showed up down at the barroom walkin’ slow and actin’ 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
You better tell me the truth, son
Now, they got me here at the county with his blood still on my fists
Well, the boys in blue, they don’t play no games
All the sheriff said to me was this
You better tell me the truth, son
You better tell me the truth, son
Now, they got me here at the lockdown 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 shoulda told me the truth, son
You shoulda told me the truth, son
You shoulda told me the truth, son
Made me beat it out of you
Made me beat it out of you