St. James Infirmary Blues
Well, folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my little baby there
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
Well, she looks so good, so calm, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
You may search this whole wide world over,
But you'll never find another sweetheart like me.
Take apart your bones and put 'em back together,
Tell your mama that you're somebody new.
Feel the breeze blowin', come on, look out, here it comes,
Now I can say whatever I feel like to you.
Then give me six crap shootin' pall bearers,
Let a chorus girl sing me a song
Put a little odds on old Sweet Grace,
Hallelujah, as we go along, well
Well, folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that rye
And if anyone else should ask you,
Just tell 'em I've got some of those St. James Infirmary blues.