Clementine -
by Elliott Smith
| 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 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 |