Clementine - The Decemberists

You slept in your overalls

After the wrecking ball

Bereft you of house and home

And left you with sweet fuck-all

So we got in your car

With our kickabout hearts

And we hollered out 'Sweet Clementine'

Tell your mom to marry us

A candle to carry us

With cans on our bicycle fenders

So sweet and hilarious

And we’ll find us a home

Built of packaging foam

That will be there 'til after we die

And I’ll play the clarinet

Use clam shells for castanets

We play with our bags on our shoulders

My sweet lady lioness

And I watch as you sleep

So indelibly deep

And I hum to you 'Sweet Clementine'