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I'm drinking cheap whiskey in a brown paper bag
it is really all I have,since you are gone
The chips are down and the bats are in the bel-frey
some still zig-zag around just screaming at the air
the park benches are full of beaten lonely people who have
had enough.
And it is cheap whiskey in a brown paper bag
it's really all I have, since you are gone
You are not really gone,just only from my sight
I'll bet you are not alone underneath your sheets tonight
you are a spider and a maggot and your mouth that is filled with lies
I wasted all my kisses and now I left with this.
heap whiskey in brown paper bag
it is really all I have since you are gone.
I guess it is just that people come and go
you came,and you went and now it is time you know
believe me when I tell you, I'll get through the night
this bottle is alright,It always treats me nice.
words and music by Walker Hornung ASCAP