St. James Infirmary Blues

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It was down in old Joe's bar-room / On the corner by the square / The drinks were served as usual / And the usual crowd were there / On my left stood big Joe McKennedy / His eyes were bloodshot red / He turned to the crowd around him / These were the very words he said

Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary / See my baby there / She's stretched out on a long, white table / So sweet, so cold, so fair / Let her go, let her go, God bless her / Wherever she may be / She will search this wide world over / But she'll never find another sweet man like me

Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches / Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat / Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain / So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat

Then give me six crap shooting pall bearers / Let a chorus girl sing me a song / Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head / So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along

Folks, now that you have heard my story / Say, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze / If anyone should ask you / Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues