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St. James Infirmary - Dave Van Ronk
It was down at old Joe's bar room

On a corner of the square

They were serving drinks as usual

And the usual crowd was there

On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy

His eyes were bloodshot red

He turned to the crowd around him

These are the very words he said

I went down to that St-James Infirmary

I saw my baby there

Stretched out on a long white table

So sweet, so cold, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be

She may search this wide world over

I never find a sweet man like me

When I die please bury me

In my high-top Stetson hat

Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch-chain
Let God know I died standing pat

I want six crapshooters for pallbearers

A chorus girl to sing me a song

Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon

Raise hell as I stroll along

Roll out your rubber tired carriage

Roll out your rubber tired hack

Twelve men going to the graveyard

Ain't no living comin' back

Now that I've told my story

I'll take an other shot of booze

And if anybody happens to ask you

I've got those gamblers blues

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be

She may search this wide world over

Never find a sweet man like me

Doo dooo....

Think you goodnight