Lyrics

I went down to St James Infirmary
I found my baby lyin’ there
She was stretched out on a long white table
So white, so cold, so fair
Let her go let her go God bless her
Wherever she may be
You can search the wide world over
Not find another lover like me
It was down in the High Horse bar room
On the corner by the square
They were servin that good booze as usual
And the usual crowd was gathered there
On my left sat big James McKinnely
His eyes were bloodshot red
He whispered in my ear while we was talking
These are the very words he said
I went down to the St James Infirmary
I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table
So soft, so cold and so fair
When I die bury me in straight laced boots
A box back suit and a Stetson hat
Put a 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys will know I died standing pat
Sixteen coal black horses
Tied to a rubber tire hack
Seven girls all dirge down to the graveyard
Only six of them are ever coming back
Get 6 sharp shooter to carry my coffin
6 pretty girls to sing me a song
Put a black jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise hell as we roll along
And now that you've heard my story
I'll have another shot of booze
If anybody happens to ask you
I've got the St James Infirmary blues