St. James

And I went down

To old Joe's bar room

And on the corner by the stairs

The drinks were served as usual

And the usual crowd was there

On my left stood Joe McKenney

His eyes were bloodshot red

He turned to face the crowd

Around him

These are the very words he said

I went down to St. James Infirmary

Saw my baby lying there

Stretched out on a long, white table

So cold, so deep, so fair

Let her go, let her go

Lord bless her

Wherever she may be

I could search this whole world right over

You'll never find a sweet man like me

When I die

Please bury me

In a high top Stetson hat

Put a gold piece on my watch chain

So the boys will know that I died standing fair

I want six gamblers

To be my pallbearers

I want a working girl

To sing me a song

I want a jazz band

On my hearse wagon

To raise hell as we roll along

And now that you've heard my story

I'll take another shot of the booze

And if anybody

Should ask me

Tell 'em I got me those gambling dues

Tell 'em I got me those gambling blues

Tell 'em I got me those gambling dues