St. James Infirmary

"Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary, see my baby there; She's stretched out on a long, white table, she's so sweet, so cold, so fair"

St. James Infirmary:Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James InfirmarySee my baby there;She's stretched out on a long, white tableShe's so sweet, so cold, so fairLet it go, let it go, ohh bless herWherever she may beShe can search this whole wide world overBut she'll never find another sweet man like meWhen I die, bury me in my straight-leg britchesPut on a box-back coat and a Stetson hatPut a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chainSo you can let all the boys know I died standing patAn' give me six crap shooting pall bearersLet a chorus girl sing me a songPut a red hot jazz band at the top of my headSo we can raise Hallelujah as we go alongFolks, now that you have heard my storySay, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;If anyone should ask youYou just tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues