St. James Infirmary

Well, folks, I’m goin' down to St. James Infirmary
See my little baby there
She’s stretched out on a long, white table
Well, she looks so good, so cold, so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
You may search this whole wide world over
But you’ll never find another sweetheart like me, yeah
Take apart your bones and put 'em back together
Tell your mama that you’re somebody new
Feel the breeze blowin', tell 'em all «Look out, here it comes»
Now I can say whatever I feel like to you
Then get me six craps-shootin' pallbearers
Let a chorus girl sing me a song
Put a red-hot jazz band at the top so that we can raise
Hallelujah as we go along, well
Well, folks, now that you have heard my story
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that rye
And if anyone else should ask you
Just tell 'em I’ve got some of those St. James Infirmary blues