Brad Martin - The Fifth Lyrics

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The Fifth

The Fifth Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Fifth By Brad Martin?
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 ain't enough whiskey to last him She thought he was cheating and one day she asked him [Chorus] And he took the fifth cause 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 [Chorus: x2] He took the fifth Brown paper bag and a new empty bottle |
Who Wrote The Fifth By Brad Martin?
Donald R. Pfrimmer, Kenny Beard, Tony Carl Mullins
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What's The Duration Of The The Fifth By Brad Martin?The duration of The Fifth is 4:00 minutes and seconds. |
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