Brown paper bag, a new empty bottle, sits by the bed on the floor Rusty old motel, the plaster is falling, the wind's whipping under the door There aint enough whiskey to last him She thought he was cheating and one day she asked him
And he took the fifth Cuz he couldn't tell her He knew the truth was just gonna kill her She took the house, the car and the kids She took it hard And he took the fifth
There up on the wall is his own judge and jury All them rolled into to one And long about sundown, they'll find him guilty Who knows where the bottles come from Maybe he's sorry he did it But he won't get sober enough to admit it
And he took the fifth Cuz he couldn't tell her He knew the truth was just gonna kill her She took the house, the car and the kids She took it hard And he took the fifth
He took the fifth Cuz he couldn't tell her He knew the truth was just gonna kill her She took the house, the car and the kids She took it hard And he took the fifth He took the fifth Brown paper bag and a new empty bottle
