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 Clemetine
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 and 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