Clementine

They're waking you up to close the bar

The street's wet you can tell by the sound of the cars

The bartender's singing clementine

While he's turning around the open sign

Dreadful sorry clementine, though you're still her man

It seems a long time gone

Maybe the whole thing's wrong

What if she thinks so but just didn't say so?

You drank yourself into slo-mo

Made an angel in the snow

Anything to pass the time

And keep that song out of your mind

Oh, my darling

Oh, my darling

Oh, my darling clementine

Dreadful sorry clementine

Dreadful sorry clementine