Clementine (Live At The Copa)

In a cavern Down by a canyon Excavatin' for a mine There lived a miner From North Carolina And his daughter Chubby Clementine Now, every mornin' Yeah just about dawnin' When the sun Began to shine You know she would rouse up Wake all a dem cows up And walk 'em down to her Daddy's mine I took the footbridge Way 'cross the water Though she weighed Two ninety nine The old bridge trembled And disassembled oops Dumped her into the foamy brine Hey crack like thunder hut, hut You know she went under hut, hut Blowin' bubbles down the line Hey I'm no swimm'a But were she slimm'a I might'a saved That Clementine Ho she broke the record Way under water I thought that she was doin' fine I wasn't nervous Not until the service That they held For Clementine Hey you sailor hut, hut Way out in your whaler A with your harpoon an' your trusty line If she shows now, yell A there she blows now It just may be Chunky, Clementine One more time Oh, my darlin' oh, my darlin' Oh, my darlin' oh, my darlin' Oh, my darlin' sweet Clementine You may be gone but You're not forgotten Fare thee well So long Clementine Bye