Kefi

I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary See my baby there; She's stretched out on a long, white table She's so sweet, so cold, so fair Let her go, let her go, oh, bless her Wherever she may be She will search this wide world over(AAHH) But she'll never find another sweet man like me Now when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat Then give me six crap shooting pall bearers Let a chorus girl sing me a song Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head So we can raise Hallelujah As we go along Now that you have heard my story Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze Give me six crap shooting pall bearers Give me six crap shooting pall bearers Give me six crap shooting pall bearers Give me six crap shooting pall bearers