St. James Infirmary

Well I went down to St. James Infirmary and I saw my baby there
She was laying out on that long white table, so sweet, so cold, so fair
Well I went up to see the doctor, she's feeling very low he said
Well I went back to see my baby, and good God she was lying there dead
So let her go, let her go, God bless her soul, wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over and never find a motherfucker like me
Well I went down to Old Joe's Bar Room, on the corner down by the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and all the usual folks were there
So when I die won't you bury me, in my high dark stetson hat
So bring out the rubber tired carriage, go ahead and bring out the pony and drive
Twelve men going down to that graveyard, only eleven of them ever coming back
So let her go, let her go, God bless her soul, wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over and never find a motherfucker like me
So now they've heard my story, well it's by another round of booze
cnyone ever should ask you, I got the Saint James Infirmary Blues