St James Infirmary

It was down at old Joe's Barroom
On the corner by the square.
The usual crowd was assembled
and old Joe McKinney was there.

He was standing by my Shoulder
His eyes were bloodshot red
He turned to the crowd around him
these are the very words he said:

I went down to the St. James Infirmary
Saw My baby there.
She was laid out on a cold white table.
So cold, so white so fair.

Let her go, Let her go, God Bless Her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
Never find a sweet man like me.

When I die, bury me
In my high top Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So God will know I died standing pat.

I want six crap shooters for pall bearers
A chorus girl to sing me a song
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Raise hell as I roll along.

Let her go, Let her go, God Bless Her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
Never find a sweet man like me.

Roll out your rubber tired carriage
Roll out your old time hack
Twelve men going to the graveyard
And one won't be coming back.

Let her go, Let her go, God Bless Her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
Never find a sweet man like me.

Now that I've told my story
I'll take another shot of booze.
And if anyone should happen to ask you
I've got them gambling blues.