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