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