W C C K (Ghost Radio)

Oh my darling, Clementine, sitting under a pine
Strumming to the rhythm of the Rock Island Line
In '49, she took the rush as a sign
Packed her things to bring out east
Stole a ring on a spree singing «C'est la Vie»
And she fling it ‘tween the Devil and the deep blue sea
Tie yourself in a knot with a rotgut shot
Pour some more ‘til your core go «pop»
Cuz' we’re headed for a place where the sugar don’t stop