St. James Infirmary Songtext
It was down in old Joe's ballroom, round the corner by the square
All the drinks were served were served as usual, and the usual crowd was there
And I was standing next to Joe Mckennedy, his eyes all bloodshoot red
He drank a double, turned around, and drank another
And these are the words he said-
Said, "I went down to the St. James Infirmary. I saw my baby lying there, all alone on a long white table, but so cold, and so proud and so fair. So let her go, let her go, god bless her where the sea may be. You can search this whole world over.. you'll never find a man half as sweet as me.
Now when I die, I want you to bury me in straight-legged shoes, a box-backed coat and Stenson hat. And I want a $20 gold piece on my watch chain, so all them boys know I died standing pat. And I want 6 bartenders to pour my ball-bearers, a pretty waitress to sing me a song and I want a jazz band playin on my hearst top.Yeah, i'm gunna raise a little hell when I'm goin along.
Well now you have heard my story,"
a bartender gave me another shot of booze.
"Now if anyone should happen to ask you, I've got those St. James Infirmary blues. Cuz I went down to the St. James Infirmary, I saw my own body lying there
all alone on a long white table, so cold, and so proud, and so fair..."
All the drinks were served were served as usual, and the usual crowd was there
And I was standing next to Joe Mckennedy, his eyes all bloodshoot red
He drank a double, turned around, and drank another
And these are the words he said-
Said, "I went down to the St. James Infirmary. I saw my baby lying there, all alone on a long white table, but so cold, and so proud and so fair. So let her go, let her go, god bless her where the sea may be. You can search this whole world over.. you'll never find a man half as sweet as me.
Now when I die, I want you to bury me in straight-legged shoes, a box-backed coat and Stenson hat. And I want a $20 gold piece on my watch chain, so all them boys know I died standing pat. And I want 6 bartenders to pour my ball-bearers, a pretty waitress to sing me a song and I want a jazz band playin on my hearst top.Yeah, i'm gunna raise a little hell when I'm goin along.
Well now you have heard my story,"
a bartender gave me another shot of booze.
"Now if anyone should happen to ask you, I've got those St. James Infirmary blues. Cuz I went down to the St. James Infirmary, I saw my own body lying there
all alone on a long white table, so cold, and so proud, and so fair..."
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