Well I went down to old Joe's barroom
Down on the corner by the square
They were serving drinks as usual
And the usual crowd was there
In the corner sat big Joe Kinsey
His eyes were bloodshot red
And as he turned to address the crowd around him
These were the very words that he said:

Well I went down to St. James infirmary
To see my baby there
She was laid out on that long white table
So cold so pale so fair
Let her go, let her go God bless her
Wherever she may be
Let us search that whole wide world over
Never find a man as sweet as me
She'll never find a man as sweet as me

When I die won't you bury me
In my high top Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the gang will know I died standing pat
I want six crack shooters for pall bearers
Pretty gals sing' me a song
I want a Jazz band on my hearse wagon
to raise hell as we roll along
Won't you roll out that rubber tired hack
Won't you roll out that rubber tired hack

Thirteen men going down to that old graveyard
There's only twelve of them men coming back

Now that you heard my story
Have another shot of the booze
And if anybody should ask
I got the St. James infirmary blues
I got the St. James infirmary blues



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St. James song meanings
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