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