Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
Joe Bonamassa
The truth hurts
You wanna tell her, but you can't
The truth hurts, baby
You wanna tell her, but you can't
When you can't tell it like it is
You gotta tell it like it ain't
Tell it like it ain't, Kirk
Some say it's wrong
Some say it's right
But who am I to judge someone else's life
The truth hurts
No one claimed to be a saint
When you can't tell it like it is
You gotta tell it like it ain't
Yeah, tell 'em about it, Joe
Well, some have patience
Some can't wait
Some come homе early
Some stay out late
Thе truth hurts, baby
You wanna tell her, but you can't
When you can't tell it like it is
You gotta tell it like it ain't
Come on, Josh
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The truth hurts
No one claimed to be a saint
When you can't tell it like it is
You gotta tell it like it ain't
Come on, fellas
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