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
And she's lying 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