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The Fifth

(Kenny Beard/T. Mullins/Don Pfrimmer)



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

The Fifth /

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