Misc Traditional – St James Infirmary (Guitar)

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It was down in old Joe's barroom,

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On the corner by the square

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The drinks were served as usual

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And the usual crowd were there

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On my left stood big Joe McKennedy

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His eyes were bloodshot red

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He turned to the crowd around him

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These were the very words he said

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I went down to St. James Infirmary

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To see my baby there;

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She was stretched out on a long, white table

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So pale, so cold, so fair

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Let her go, let her go, God bless her

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Wherever she may be

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She may search this whole world over

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And never find a man as sweet as me

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When I die please bury me

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In my high-top Stetson hat

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Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain

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So the gang'll know I died standing pat

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I want six crap shooters for pall bearers

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Six pretty girls to sing me a song

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Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon

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To raise hell as we stroll along

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And now that you have heard my story

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I'll have another shot of booze;

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And if anybody happens to ask you

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I've got the St. James Infirmary blues