St. James Infirmary

Joe Primrose

It was down in old Joe's bar-room
On a corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And the usual crowd was there

On my left stood Joe McKennedy
His eyes were bloodshot red
He turned to the crowd around him
These were the words he said

I went down to the 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 could search this wide world over
Never find a man as sweet as me

When I die please bury me
In my high-topped Stetson hat
Put a gold-piece in my watch-farb
So the gang'll know I died standin' path

I want six gamblers to be my pall-bearers
Six women to sing me a song
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise hell as we roll along

Now that you heard my story
I'll take another shot of booze
And if anybody happens to ask you
Tell them I got those gambler's blues