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It was down at Old Joe's bar room |
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On a corner of the square |
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They were serving drinks as usual |
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And the usual crowd was there |
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On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy |
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His eyes were bloodshot red |
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Turned to the crowd around him |
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These are the very words he said |
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I went down to that 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 may search this wide world over |
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Never find a sweet man like me |
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When I die please bury me |
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In my high-top Stetson hat |
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Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch-chain |
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Let God know I died standing pat |
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I want six crapshooters for pallbearers |
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A chorus girl to sing me a song |
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Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon |
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To raise hell as I stroll along |
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Roll out your rubber tired carriage |
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Roll out your rubber tired hack |
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Twelve men going to the graveyard |
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Ain't no living comin' back |
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Now that I've told my story |
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I'll take an other shot of booze |
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And if anybody happens to ask you |
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I've got those gamblers blues |
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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 may search this wide world over |
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Never find a sweet man like me |
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Doo dooo.... |
