St. James Infirmary Blues
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I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She was lying on a long wooden table
So cool, so sweet, so fair.
I went up to see the Doctor
She's very low, he said
I went back to see my baby
Good girl, she's lying in that bed
I went down to old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual whole crowd was there
To my left stood old Joe McKennedy, his eyes were bloodshot red
He turned to the crowd around him, and these are the words he said:
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She could search this whole wide world over
But she'll never find another man like me
She could search this whole wide world over
But she'll never find another man like me
When I die, please, Lord, bury me in my ten dollar Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my friends will know I died standing pat
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
And six quiet girls to sing me a song
Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise hell as I crow along
Now, that's the end of my story
Let's have another random boos
And if anyone should ask you
Just tell'em I got this St. James Infirmary blues
To see my baby there
She was lying on a long wooden table
So cool, so sweet, so fair.
I went up to see the Doctor
She's very low, he said
I went back to see my baby
Good girl, she's lying in that bed
I went down to old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual whole crowd was there
To my left stood old Joe McKennedy, his eyes were bloodshot red
He turned to the crowd around him, and these are the words he said:
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She could search this whole wide world over
But she'll never find another man like me
She could search this whole wide world over
But she'll never find another man like me
When I die, please, Lord, bury me in my ten dollar Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my friends will know I died standing pat
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
And six quiet girls to sing me a song
Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise hell as I crow along
Now, that's the end of my story
Let's have another random boos
And if anyone should ask you
Just tell'em I got this St. James Infirmary blues