St. James Infirmary

I went down to old Joe's barroom

On the corner by the square

The drinks they were served as usual

And the usual crowd was there

On my left stood old Joe McKennedy

His eyes they were bloodshot red;

He turned to the crowd around him

And these are the words he said:

"I went down to the St. James Infirmary,

I saw my baby there

She was lying on a long white table

So cold, so sweet, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her,

Wherever she may be

She can search the whole wide world over

She'll never find a man like me

When I die I want you all there to bury me

In my box-top Stetson hat

Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So the boys'll know I died standin' pat

I want six gamblers to be my pallbearer,

A pretty girl to sing me a song

Put the Three Ball on my hearse wagon

We'll raise hell as we roll along

Now that you've heard my story

Won't you pour me another shot of booze

And if anyone should stop here to ask you

Tell them I've got the gambler's blues."