St. James Infirmary Blues

I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there;
She was stretched out on a long, white table
So smooth, so cold, so fair
Let her go, let her go, god bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search this whole wide world over
But she'll never find another sweet man like me
Now when I die, I wanna be buried
In a box with a coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So all the boys will know I died standing pat
I want six crap shooters to be my pall bearers
Well, let them chorus girls sing this song
And put a red hot jazz band on top of my head
So we can raise Hell as we go along
Now, folks, now you've heard my story
Bartender, pass me a shot of booze;
If anyone should ever ask you
Say I had the St. James Infirmary blues