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

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