St. James Infirmary
Traditional
Verse 1:
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It was down in | Old Joe’s | bar-room, |
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on the corner | by the | square, |
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the | usual | crowd was ass | embled |
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and | big Joe Mck | enny was | there. |
Verse 2:
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He was standing | at my | shoulder, |
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his eyes were | bloodshot | red, |
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he | turned to the | crowd | around him |
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these are the | very | words he | said...wad he say Jack? |
Verse 3:
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I went down to the | St. James In | firmary |
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I saw my | baby | there, |
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she was | layed out on a | cold white | table, |
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so | cold, so | white, so | fair. |
Chorus:
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Let her go, let her | go, god | bless her |
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wherever | she may | be, |
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she may | search this | wide world | over, |
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she’ll never | find a sweet | man like | me. |
Verse 4:
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When I die, | bury me | , |
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in a high top | Stetson | hat, |
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put a | 20 dollar | goldpiece | on my watch chain, |
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so | god know I d | ied standing p | at. |
Verse 5:
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I want 6 crap | shooters for pall | bearers, |
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chorus gonna | sing me a | song, |
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put a | jazz band | on my hearse | wagon, |
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raise | hell, as | I roll | along. |
Chorus:
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Let her go, let her | go, god | bless her |
Verse 6:
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Roll out your | rubber tired | carriage |
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roll out your | old time | hack, |
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12 men | going to the | graveyard and, |
Verse 7:
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Now that I’ve | told my | story, |
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I’ll take another | shot of | booze, |
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and if | anyone should | happen to | ask me, |
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I | got those, | gambler’s | blues. |
Chorus:
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Let her go, let her | go, god | bless her |