Written by Joe Primrose
I went down to the St. James Infirmary
Found my sweet baby there
She was stretched out on a long, white table.
So calm, so cool, so bare
I said let her go, let her go, may God bless her
Wherever she may be.
Well, she can search this whole wide world over,
But she'll never find a sweet man like me.
Now, when I die, I want to be buried
In a box with a black coat and a Stetson hat
I want a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So all the boys will know I died standing pat.
Now folks, this is the end of my story,
Bartender, pass me another bottle of booze;
If anyone should ever ask you,
Why, you can tell them I got the St. James Infirmary blues.