St. James Infirmary - Artie Shaw

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.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.

Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.

An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers,
Let a chorus girl sing me a song.
Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along.

Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues

St. James Infirmary - Artie Shaw

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[tapocketapocketa]

Hot diggity!

[tinytina666]

@tapocketapocketa lol ^_^

[Dustefart]

damn.was i ever born in the wrong time. the music the women..the cars...

[everybodylovesmybaby]

Genius.

[honeybee7700]

love it!~

[shinybald36]

my favorite version