ST. JAMES INFIRMARY BLUES       From America


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 I was down in Old Joe's barroom, at the corner of the square.
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 They were serving the drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there.



 On my right stood Big Joe McKentry, his eyes were bloodshot red,
 And he turned to the assembled multitude, and these are the very words he said:


 "I went down to that St James Infirmary, to see my baby there.
 She was lying stretched out on a table, so cold, so calm, so fair.


 I went down to see the doctor. 'She's very low', he said,
 And when I went back to see my baby - good god, she was lyin' there dead.


 So let her go, let her go, god bless her, wherever she may be.
 She may search this wide world all over, never find another man like me,

 (Inst)


 Now when I die, Lord, please bury me in my high-topped Stetson hat
 And put a $50.00 gold piece on my watch chain to show the boys I died standing pat.


 I want six crap-shooters for pall-bearers, and a whore-gal to sing me a song
 And a red-hot jazz band on my hearse wagon to raise hell as we roll along.

 (Inst)


 So now that you've heard my story, bartender, pour some more of that booze
 And if anybody should ask you, I've got them St James Infirmary Blues.


 So let her go, let her go, god bless her, wherever she may be.
 She may search this wide world all over, never find another man like me,