Saint James Infirmary
Traditional


I went down to Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
The drinks they were served as usual,
The usual crowd was there.

On my left stood big Joe McKennedy
His eyes was bloodshot red;
He looked at that crowd gathered round him,
These were the words he said:

He says, I went down to St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there,
Stretched out on a long white table,
So cold, so pale, so fair.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She can search this whole wide world over
She'll never find another fool like me.

When I die, please bury me,
In a brand new Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the gang will know I died standin' pat.

I want six crap shooters for my pallbearers,
And a chorus girl to sing me a song
I want a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Just to raise Hell as we roll along.

Now you've heard my sad story,
Hey, buy another round of booz;
And if anybody should ever ask you,
I've got the Saint James Infirmary blues.
Saint James Infirmary blues
Saint James Infirmary blues.