I went down to Old Joes Barroom On the corner by the square Drinks were being served as usual And the same old crowd was there On my left was Joe MacKennedy His eyes were bloodshot red His elbow on the bar he turned to me And these are the words he said I went down to St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there Stretched out on a long white table So sweet, so cold, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can search this wide world over Shell never find another man like me When I die bury me in my straight legged shoes Box back coat and a stetson hat Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain So the boys will know I died standing pat There were sixteen coal black horses When the coachmans whip did crack There are sixteen miles to the graveyard But my babys never ever coming back Well now youve heard my sad story Boy hand me another shot of that booze And if any one should ask you Ive got the St. James Infirmary Blues I went down to St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there Stretched out on a long white table So sweet, so cold, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can search this wide world over Shell never find another man like me
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