Emily, Please Songtext
von Luke Doucet

You take the whole thing, baby
Not just the broken parts
Because the rest ain′t no good to me
Without my broken heart

Emily, please don't send me packing
In this dilapidated state
I′m on the brink of being sober
This was to be my last drink

I know I lost my good fedora
And I lost my good cane
But I still have my old Waltham pocket watch
You call the ball and chain
I'll make you beautiful promises
With all my biggest words
Some I can keep better than others
Some don't belong in this world


Emily, please don′t send me packing
In this dilapidated state
I′m on the brink of being sober
This was to be my last drink

Oh Emily, please don't tell my mother
Emily, please, she′s getting old
Won't you pour me just one more drink
If I′m to sleep out in the cold?

Emily, please don't send me packing
In this dilapidated state
I′m on the brink of being sober
This was to be my last drink

Oh Emily, please don't tell my mother
Emily, please, she's getting old
Won′t you pour me just one more drink
If I′m to sleep out in the cold?

You take the whole thing, baby
Not just the broken parts
Because the rest ain't no good to me
Without my broken heart