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"
As 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 a slow-mo
And 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