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 and just didn't say so? You 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