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 but just didn't say so? You drank yourself into slo-mo Made an angel in the snow Anything to pa*s 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