Well Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James
Infirmary, to see my baby there
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
looks so good, 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.
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 give me 6 crap-shootin' pallbearers,
let a chorus girl sing me a song
Put a red-hot jazz band,
we raise Hallelujah as we go along
Folks, now that you have heard my story,
say boy, hand me another shot of that rye;
If anyone should ask you, tell 'em
I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.