St. James Infirmary

Well, I went down to St. James' Infirmary and I saw my baby there She was laid out on that long white table, so sweet, so cold, so fair Well, I went up to see the doctor, "She's feeling very low" he said Well, I went back to see my baby And good god, she was lying there dead So let her go, let her go, God bless her soul Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide world over And never find a motherfucker like me Well, I went down to Old Joe's Ballroom On the corner down by the square They were serving drinks as usual And all the usual folks were there Well, to my left stood Old Joe McKennedy His eyes were bloodshot red And he turned to the crowd in front of him And these were the very words that he said He said, "Let her go, let her go, God bless her soul Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide world over And never find a motherfucker like me." So when I die won't you bury me In my high-top Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So the devil knows I died standing pat Six gamblers to carry my coffin With chorus girls to sing me a song Put a jazz band on the horse wagon To raise Hell as we roll along So bring out the rubber tied carridge Go ahead and bring out the pony and drive Twelve men going down to that graveyard Only eleven of them ever coming back So let her go, let her go, God bless her soul Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide world over And never find a motherfucker like me So now, they've heard my story Well, let's buy another round of booze And if anyone ever should ask you I got the St. James' Infirmary blues