Tammy Wynette - Brown Paper Bag Lyrics
Brown Paper Bag 3:01(L. Gaitlan)Tammy WynetteProduced: Billy Sherrill, Engineer: Lou BradleyAlbum: I Still Believe In Fairy Tales1975 release LP Epic 33582 Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.comShe cleans off the tableThrows the dishes in the sinkAnd gently hangs her apron on the floorIn minutes she's backDown at the magazine rackIn the back corner, of the corner grocery storeShe reads of movie queensIn those photo magazinesThen fondles four or five, she's gonna buyNow, she's takin her life homeIn a brown paper bagTo read about who's livin her lifeHe fires up his pick-upHe just got off the graveyardAnd he trudges down the road, home to the nightCause life's so dang deadIn the house where he's been dyinHe wonders why the heck he even bothersSo he stops off at a water holeAnd picks up a pintThe most perfect peace of mind, two bucks can buyNow, he's takin his life homeIn a brown paper bagInstead of just takin his lieHe's sittin' there in his undershirtJust guzzlin down his ginAn she'd lied on her satin sheets, lovin her leading menCause he's the one night stand kind of loveBe over and beyond our eyesAnd now the two brown paper bagsAre just two garbage cansThat used to hold their liesAnd now all the riches that they sharedHave turned to ragsBut now everyday they take their lives homeIn two brown paper bags.~
