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
 You did 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"