| Lyrics: | St. James Infirmary
I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby
there,
She was lyin' on a long white table,
So sweet, so cool, so fair.
Went up
to see the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God!
She's lying there dead.
I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the
square
They were serving the drinks as usual,
And the usual crowd was there.
On
my left stood old Joe McKennedy,
And his eyes were bloodshot red;
He turned to the crowd
around him, These are the words he said:
Let her go, let her go, God bless
her;
Wherever she may be
She may search the wide world over
And never find a better
man than me
Oh, when I die, please bury me
In my ten dollar Stetson hat;
Put a
twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So my friends'll know I died standin'
pat.
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing me a song
Put
a twenty-piece jazz band on my tail gate
To raise Hell as we go along
Now that's the
end of my story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you just tell
them
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
@drink @medicine @death
@blues
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