Текст песни St. James Infirmary - Cab Calloway
Folks,
I'm
goin'
down
to
St.
James
Infirmary
See
my
baby
there
She's
stretched
out
on
a
long,
white
table
So
sweet,
so
cold,
so
fair
Let
her
go,
let
her
go,
God
bless
her
ohh!
Wherever
she
may
be
She
can
search
this
wide
world
over
She'll
never
find
another
sweet
man
like
me
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
Then
give
me
six,
crap
shooting
pallbearers
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,
man,
hand
me
over
another
shot
of
that
booze
And
if
anyone
should
ask
you
You
tell
'em
I've
got
those
St.
James
Infirmary,
blues!

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