Brown Paper Bag

She cleans off the table throws the dishes in the sink

And gently hangs her apron on the floor

In minutes she's back down at the magazine rack

In the back corner of the corner grocery store

She reads of movie queens in those photo magazines

Then fondles four or five she's gonna buy

Now she's takin' her life home in a brown paper bag

To read about who's livin' her life

He fires up his pickup he just got off the graveyard

And he trudges down the road home to another

Cause life's so dang dead in the house where he's been dyin'

He wonders why the heck he even bothers

So he stops off at a water hole and picks up a pint

The most perfect peace of mind two bucks can buy

Now he's takin' his life home in a brown paper bag

Instead of just takin' his lie

He's sittin' there in his undershirt just guzzlin' down his gin

She'd lied on her satin sheets lovin' her leading men

And neither one of them can look the other in the eyes

And now the two brown paper bags are just two garbage cans that used to hold their lives

And now all the riches that they shared have turned to rags

Cause now every day they take their lives home in two brown paper bags