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
A Quinta Emenda
Saco de papel pardo, uma nova garrafa vazia, fica ao lado da cama no chão
Motel velho e enferrujado, o reboco tá caindo, o vento bate embaixo da
door
Não tem uísque suficiente pra aguentar
Ela achou que ele tava traindo e um dia ela perguntou pra ele
E ele se calou
Porque não podia contar pra ela
Ele sabia que a verdade só ia machucar ela
Ela ficou com a casa, o carro e as crianças
Ela levou na cara
E ele se calou
Lá na parede tá seu próprio juiz e júri
Tudo isso misturado em um só
E lá pelo pôr do sol, vão achar ele culpado
Quem sabe de onde vêm as garrafas
Talvez ele sinta muito pelo que fez
Mas não vai ficar sóbrio o suficiente pra admitir
E ele se calou
Porque não podia contar pra ela
Ele sabia que a verdade só ia machucar ela
Ela ficou com a casa, o carro e as crianças
Ela levou na cara
E ele se calou
Ele se calou
Porque não podia contar pra ela
Ele sabia que a verdade só ia machucar ela
Ela ficou com a casa, o carro e as crianças
Ela levou na cara
E ele se calou
Ele se calou
Saco de papel pardo e uma nova garrafa vazia
Composição: Don Pfrimmer / Kenny Beard / T. Mullins