St James

Well, I went down to Old Joe's Barroom
Down on the corner by the square
They were serving drinks as usual
Oh, the usual crowd was there

In the corner sat Big Joe McKenzie
His eyes were blood shot red
And as he turned to address the crowd around him
These were the very words that he said

Well I went down to St James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She was laid out on that long white table
So cold, so pale, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
Let her search that whole wide world over
Never find a man as sweet as me
She'll never find a man as sweet as me

When I die
Won't you bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the gang'll know I died standing pat

I want six crapshooters for pallbearers
Pretty gals sing me a song
I want a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise Hell as we roll 'long

Won't you roll out that rubber-tied hack
Won't you roll out that rubber-tied hack
Thirteen men goin' down to that old graveyard
There's only twelve of them men coming back

Now that you heard my story
Have another shot of the booze
Anything anybody should ask
I got the St James Infirmary blues
I got the St James Infirmary blues

Thank you guys so much
We're the Devil Makes Three
Thanks for coming to be a part of this
Thanks to Chojo on the fiddle
You guys are great, thank you so much