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St James Infirmary traditional blues
[Am]I went down to [E]St. James In[Am]firmary,
I saw may sweet[f]heart [E7]there,
[Am]Lying [E]on a [Am]table
so cold, so [E7]white, so [Am]fair.
[Am]I went up to [E]see the [Am]doctor,
'She's feeling very [Dm]low,' he [E7]said,
I [Am]went back to [E]see my [Am]baby
and good lord, she was [E7]lying there [Am]dead.
It was down in Old Joe's bar-room,
on the corner by the square,
they were serving drinks as usual
and the usual crowd was there
on my left stood Joe McKennedy.
his eyes were bloodshot red,
he turned to the crowd around him
these are the very words he said
Let her go, let her go, god bless her
wherever she may be,
she may search this wide world over,
she'll never find another man like me.
When I die, bury me,
in a high top Stetson hat,
put a gold-piece on my watch chain,
so the boys will know I died standing pat.
I want 6 gamblers to carry my coffin
six chorus girls to sing my song
put a jazz band on my hearse wagon,
to raise hell, as we roll along.
Roll out your rubber tired carriage
roll out your old time hack,
12 men going to the graveyard and,
11 coming back
This is the end of my story,
So let's have another round of booze,
and if anyone should happen to ask you - just tell them,
I've got those, St. James Infirmary blues.