Folks, Im goin down to St. James Infirmary, See my baby there; - TopicsExpress



          

Folks, Im goin down to St. James Infirmary, See my baby there; Shes stretched out on a long, white table, Shes 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 shell 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 over another shot of that booze; And if anyone should ask you, Tell em Ive got those St. James Infirmary blues.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 05:52:51 +0000

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