St. James Infirmary

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