Make sure those here knocking you are half the devil
Make sure those here knocking you half the devil
I'm going 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
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 20-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 pallbearers
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
Folks, now that you have heard my story
Say boy, hand me over another shot of that booze
Come give me six crap shooting pallbearers
Come give me six crap shooting pallbearers
Come give me six crap shooting pallbearers
Come give me six crap shooting pallbearers
