St. James Infirmary Blues Traditional - also by Snooks Eaglin I was (Bm)down in (F#7)old Joe's (Bm)barrom On a corner (Em)by the (Bm)sqaure The drinks were (F#7)served as (Bm)usal And the usual (F#7)crowd was (Bm)there On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy His eyes were bloodshot red He turned to the crowd around him These are the words he said:   Let her go, let her go, God bless her!   Wherever she may be   She may look this wide world over   And never find another man like me  I went down to that St. James Infirmary See if my baby is there She was stretched out on long white table So sweet, so cold, so fair When I die you can bury me In my high-top Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece in my pocket And let the fellows know I died standing pat I want six crap shooter for pall bearers A chorus girl to sing me a song Put that jazz band on my hearse-wagon To raise hell as we roll along And now that you've heard my story I'll take another shot of booze If anyone should happen to ask you Well, I've got that St. James Infirmary Blues   alles-uke.de