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 taking her life home in a brown paper bag

To read about who's living 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 dying

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 taking his life home in a brown paper bag

Instead of just taking his lie

He's sitting there in his undershirt

Just guzzling down his gin

She'd lied on her satin sheets

Loving 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