St. James Infirmary Blues

I went down to St James' Infirmary, To see my baby there She was lying on a long white table So weak, so cool, so fair I went up to see the doctor, She's very low he said I went back to see my baby, Great God, she's lying there dead I went down to Old Jo's bar room, On the corner of the square They were serving drinks as per usual And the usual crowd was there On my left stood Old Joe McKinley, His eyes were bloodshot red He turned to the crowd that was standing around him, And these were the words he said Let her go, let her go, And God bless her wherever she may be She may search the whole world over, But she'll never find a man like me Oh when I die won'tcha please bury me, In my high top Stetson hat Put a gold piece on my watch chain, So they'll know I died standin' pat Get six gamblers to carry my coffin, And six chorus girls to sing my song Put a jazz band on my tail gate, So they can raise hell as they go along Now that's the end of my story, Let's have another round of booze And if anyone should ask you, Tell them i got the St. James' Infirmary Blues . . . (Tom and Jools)