The Decemberists Lyrics

9. Clementine

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 hollared 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 clamshells for castinets 
We play with our bags on our shoulders 
My sweet lady lioness 
And I watch as you sleep 
So indelibly deep 
An I hum to you sweet clementine

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