Clementine
Steven Paul Smith
Waking you up to close the bar
Street's wet, you can tell by the sound of the cars
Bartender's singing "Clementine"
He's turning around an "Open" sign
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Though he's still her man
Seems a long time gone
Maybe the whole thing's wrong
What if she thinks so but just didn't say so?
Drank yourself into slow-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