St. James Infirmary blues

It was down in old Joe's barroom on the corner by the square.

The drinks was served us usual and the usual crowd was there.

Now on my left stood big Joe McKennedy and his eyes were bloodshot red.

And he looked at the gang around him and these were the very words he said:

I went down to St. James Infirmary, see my baby there.

She was stretched out on a long white table, so sweet, so cold, so bare.

Let her go, let her go God bless her wherever she may be.

She can look this wide world over and never find another sweet man like me.

Now when I die you can bury me in a straight laced shoes, boxback coat and Stetson hat.

put a twenty dollar gold peace on my watch-chain, so the boys ‘ll know I died standing pat.

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