(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