You drank yourself into slo-mo
Anything to pass the time
And keep that song out of your mind
Oh, my darling
Dreadful sorry clementine, though you're still her man
Oh, my darling clementine
Made an angel in the snow
While he's turning around the open sign
Oh, my darling
Dreadful sorry clementine
The bartender's singing clementine
Maybe the whole thing's wrong
It seems a long time gone
What if she thinks so but just didn't say so?