Where is your bird tattoo?
Send me your blue hat
Lest I forget so well
Upon this day you died
I'm at a loss for words
Stole them right off my tongue
Now it is June, Emmy, now it is June
Stuck in the Black Hole of Calcutta
Not sure I'll make it out
The man to the right, he swoons
It's all that I have just to remember
The fields of a labor lost, its wheat, and your apricot dress
Oh, Emmy, I'm done
Oh, Emmy, I'm done
I'm gonna let go this silver gun, this happy, silver gun
Oh my home, oh my Aubergine,
When will we see the sun as it is
I will or I won't, there is no bargain
Tobacco and smoke is all I know
Oh, Emmy, I'm done
Oh, Emmy, I'm done
Oh, Emmy, I'm done
I'm gonna let go this happy, silver gun
