Brown skin and a bottle of whiskey I take you in and lay you down and you say - will you love me in the morning? when the morning comes i'll not be found
i drive you home i feel so empty my skin it crawls from what i have done
and you say- will you love me tomorrow? and you know- tomorrow never comes
i see you there just a few years later a skinny boy hanging from your side you say your end is due but i'll pay you later (?)
brown skin and a bottle of whiskey i take you in and lay you down and you say- will you love me in the morning? when you know- in the morning i'll not be found