My take on the old "St. James Infirmary Blues"
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fiogf49gjkf0d I went down to the St. James infirmary
To see my baby there
She was layin' on a table
So white, so cold, so fair
I went up to see the doctor
"She's very low," he said
I went back to see my baby
Oh Lord, she's layin' there dead
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
There'll never be another like my baby
And there'll never be another for me
Oh, when I die just bury me
In a box-back coat and a hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
To let the Lord know I'm standing pat
Six crap shooters as pall bearers
A chorus girl to sing a song
A jazz band to follow me to the graveyard
To raise hell as we go along
And now you've heard my story
I'll take another shot of booze
If anybody happens by to ask you
I've got those gambler's blues
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