[ti:St. James Infirmary]
[ar:Cab Calloway]
[al:]
[00:50.42]Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
[00:55.83]See my baby there;
[00:59.27]She's stretched out on a long, white table,
[01:03.22]She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.
[01:07.90]Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
[01:11.66]Wherever she may be,
[01:16.08]She will search this wide world over,
[01:19.80]But she'll never find another sweet man like me.
[01:23.48]Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
[01:27.94]Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
[01:31.99]Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
[01:36.01]So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
[01:39.92]Folks, now that you have heard my story,
[01:43.91]Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
[01:49.11]If anyone should ask you,
[01:51.73]Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.