I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She's layin' on a marble table
So sweet, so young, so fair
In stepped that muddled old doctor
"She's very low," he said
I knelt down close to say
Goodbye to my baby
But I could tell by the wind
She was dead
I went down to Old Joe's Barroom
On the corner by the square
I burst through that door
I said, "Pour me somethin' stiff
I got a story and it's laced with despair"
On my left sat Joe McKennedy
His eyes were bloodshot red
I told him that story
'Bout that corpse that was my baby
These were the very words that he said:
"Let her go. Let her go. God bless her
Wherever she may be"
She'll turn over every cloud in Heaven
But she won't find no other man like me
Now my friends, when I die, please bury me
In a high topped Stetson hat
Put a gold piece danglin' off of my watch chain
So my friends know that I died standin' pat
I want six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing my song
Put a jazz band with me in the back of my hearse
We can swing as we go drivin' along
Now that you've heard my story
Let's serve up another round of booze
And if anyone ever happens to come up and ask you
I've got the St. James Infirmary
Blues