I went down to St James Infirmary,
I saw my baby there.
She was all stretched out on a long white table,
So sweet so cold so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be.
You can look this whole world right over,
She ain't never gonna find a sweet old man like me.
When I die, won't you bury me in my best breeches,
A box back coat and a Stetson hat.
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So the boys know I died standing pat.
Now folks, you've heard my story.
Pour me another shot of that booze.
And if anyone should ask you can tell them:
I got the St James Infirmary Blues!
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