Saint James Infirmary Blues

I went down to Saint James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
She was stretched out on that long white table
So still, so cold, so fair

I bent my head down to my baby
Softly spoke her name
I put a twenty-dollar gold piece in her pocket
So she can sit in on the Lord's big game

She was seven diamonds shining in my darkness
She was aces, in my hand
Why she ever bothered with this two-bit gambler's one thing
I'll never understand

I never thought I'd lose her
Oh but the stakes they grew so high
I fold and get the hell out
When the bullets start to fly

She drank up all my whiskey
Then asked me for the gin
She died of a bullet that was meant for me
Now I'll never have that lovin' again

Let her go, let her go, let her go
God bless her
Wherever she may be
I can search this whole world wide over
I'll never find a sweeter gal than she

Now you've heard my story
Pass me a bottle of that booze
And if anyone asks you just tell them
I've got the Saint James Infirmary Blues