| lyric | 1. It was down in old Joe's barroom,
On a corner by the square;
The drinks were served as usual
And the usual crowd was there.
Chorus
Let her go, let her go, God bless her!
Whereever she may be;
she may search this wide world over,
Never find a man as sweet as me.
2. 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:
3. 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.
4. ,,When I die, please bury me
In my high-top Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold-piece on my watch-chain,
So God will know I’m standing pat.“
5. ,,I want six crap shooters for pall bearers,
A chorus girl to sing me a song;
Put a jazz band on my hearse-wagon,
To raise hell as we roll along.“
6. ,,And now that you’ve heard my story,
I’ll take another shot of booze;
If anyone should happen to ask you, Well,
I’ve got those St. James Infirmary blues.“ |