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I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary |
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To see my baby there |
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She was dressed in gold white satin |
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So gold, so cool, so bad |
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Well, now let me tell you people |
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And take heed to what I say |
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Well, it's the poor what gets the problems |
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And the wealthy that gets their way |
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I'm goin' down, goin' down |
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Goin' down to St. James Infirmary |
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Goin' down, goin' down |
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Goin' down to St. James Infirmary |
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Well, my woman she had no money |
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Ooh, no money to fill the fuel |
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She had to go into the forest |
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To gather them sticks of wood |
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Well the blue ice numbs the fingers |
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That creeps right trough the bones |
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Well my baby's in St. James infirmary |
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Her body's so stiff like stone |
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I'm going down, going down |
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Going down to St. James infirmary |
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Going down, goin' down |
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Goin' down to St. James infirmary |
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I'm goin' down, goin' down |
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Going down to St. James infirmary |
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Going down, goin' down |
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Goin' down to St. James infirmary |
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I'm goin' down, goin' down |
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Goin' down to St. James infirmary |
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I'm goin' down, goin' down |
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Goin' down to St. James infirmary |
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I'm goin' down, goin' down |
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Goin' down to St. James infirmary |
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I'm goin' down, goin' down |
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Goin' down to St. James infirmary |
