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Brown paper bag, a new empty bottle, sits by the bed on the floorRusty old motel, the plaster is falling, the wind's whipping under the doorThere ain't enough whiskey to last himShe thought he was cheating and one day she asked him[Chorus]And he took the fifthcause he couldn't tell herHe knew the truth was just gonna kill herShe took the house, the car and the kidsShe took it hardAnd he took the fifthThere up on the wall is his own judge and juryAll them rolled into to oneAnd long about sundown, they'll find him guiltyWho knows where the bottles come fromMaybe he's sorry he did itBut he won't get sober enough to admit it[Chorus: x2]He took the fifthBrown paper bag and a new empty bottle Aus Songtexte Mania