St. James Infirmary Blues

Went down to St. James Infirmary.

Saw my baby there.

Mmm,

stretched on a long white table.

So sweet, so

cold, so fair.

Let her go.

God bless her.

Wherever she may be.

She can search this whole wide world over.

She'll never find a sweet

daddy like me.

When I die,

bury me in straight-lace shoes.

Box-back coat, Stetson hat.

Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch

chain.

So the boys will know,

died standing pat. [laughs]