Cheap Whiskey In A Brown Paper Bag

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.

Cheap whiskey in A 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.