St. James Infirmary

I went down to Old Joe's bar room

On the corner by the square

Drinks they were served there as usual

The usual crowd was there

On my left stood old Joe McKennedy

His eyes they were blood-shot red

He turned to the crowd all around him

"These are the ways," he said

I went down to the St. James Infirmary

And I saw my baby there

Stretched out on a long white table, oh yeah

Cold, so sweet, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be

She can search and search the whole wide world over

Never find a man like me

When I die I want you all there to bury me

In a box-topped Stetson hat

Put a twenty-dollar gold piece into my watch chain

Tell the boys I died standing pat

I want six gamblers to be my pallbearers

And a pretty girl to sing me a song

Put the three bolt on top my hearse wagon

Raise Hell as we roll along, yeah

Now that you all heard my story

Won't you pour me another shot of booze?

If someone should stop in to ask you

Tell 'em I had them gambler's blues

I went down to that St. James Infirmary

And I saw my baby there

Stretched out on a long white table

Oh so cold, so sweet, so fair

So cold, so sweet, so fair