It rained the night away, the day I left the mine 
banjo on my knee, Susannah don't you cry 
Our wagon lost a wheel, along the rocky wind 
I'll make it up to you, my darlin' Clementine 
HANG ON (HANG ON), CLEMENTINE 
HANG ON, CLEMENTINE 
HANG ON (HANG ON), CLEMENTINE 
HANG ON, CLEMENTINE 
I sold the farm for gold-That's how the story tells 
Against your very will, I bought a wishing well-Yes I did! 
The days indeed were hard, and fortune was not mine 
I will return to you, my darlin' Clementine  [bad word] 2x)  [bad word] to fade)