Brad Martin The Fifth Lyrics

The Fifth Lyrics

(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