I went down to St. James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
Stretched out on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search this wide world over
But she'll never find another man like me
When I die I want you to dress me in straight lace shoes
Box back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know that I died standing pat
Get six gamblers to carry my coffin
Six chorus girls to sing me a song
Put a twenty piece jazz band on my tailgate
To raise Hell as we go along
Now that's the end of my story
Let's have another round of booze
And if anyone should ask you
Tell 'em I've got the St. James Infirmary blues