St. James Infirmary
I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I found my baby there
She was stretched out on a long, white table.
So calm, so cool, so bare
Let her go, I said, let her go, may God bless her
Wherever she may be.
Well, she could search this whole wide world over, yeah
But she'll never find a sweet man like Harry.
Now, when I die, I wanna be buried
In a box with a black coat and a stetson hat
I want a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So all the boys would know I died standing pat.
Now folks, this is the end of my story
Bartender, pass me another bottle of booze
If anyone should ever ask you,
You can tell them I've got the St. James Infirmary blues.
