St James Infirmary Blues

Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,

See my little lady there;

She's stretched out on a long, white table,

She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.



Let her go, let her go, God bless her,

Wherever she may be,

You may search this wide world over,

But she'll never find another sweetheart like me.



Take apart your bones and put 'em back together,

Tell your momma that you're somebody new,

Feel the breeze blow and tell them all

"Look out here it comes!"

Now I can say whatever I feel like to you



They give me six crap-shootin' pall bearers

Let a chorus girl sing me a song

Put a red-hot (?) as we raise

Hallelujah, as we go along



Yeah. Folks, now that you have heard my story,

Say, boy, hand me another shot of that rye;

If anyone should ask you,

Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.