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[ti:St. James Infirmary] |
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[ar:Cab Calloway] |
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[al:] |
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Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary, |
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See my baby there; |
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She's stretched out on a long, white table, |
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She's 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 will search this wide world over, |
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But she'll never find another sweet man like me. |
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Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches, |
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Put on a 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 you can let all the boys know I died standing pat. |
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Folks, now that you have heard my story, |
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Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze; |
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If anyone should ask you, |
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Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues. |