The Fifth Lyrics - Singles - Brad Martin

(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