The Fifth

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