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I went down to Old Joe's Bar-room. |
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On the corner by the square. |
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Drinks were being served as usual. |
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And the same old crowd was there. |
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On my left was Joe MacKennedy. |
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His eyes were blood-shot red. |
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His elbow on the bar he turned to me |
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And these are the words he said. |
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I went down to St. James Infirmary. |
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I saw my baby there. |
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Stretched out on a long white table, |
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So sweet, so cold, so fair. |
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Let her go, let her go, God bless her. |
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Wherever she may be. |
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She can search this wide world over |
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She'll never find another man like me. |
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When I die bury me in my straight legged shoes |
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Box back coat and a stetson hat. |
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Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain. |
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So the boys will know I died standing pat. |
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There were sixteen coal black horses |
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When the coachman's whip did crack |
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There are sixteen miles to the graveyard |
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But my baby's never ever coming back |
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Well now you've heard my sad story. |
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Boy hand me another shot of that booze. |
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And if any one should ask you |
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I've got the St. James Infirmary Blues. |
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I went down to St. James Infirmary. |
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I saw my baby there. |
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Stretched out on a long white table, |
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So sweet, so cold, so fair. |
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Let her go, let her go, God bless her. |
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Wherever she may be. |
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She can search this wide world over |
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She'll never find another man like me. |
