St James - The Devil Makes Three

Well, I went down to Old Joe’s Barroom

Down on the corner by the square

They were serving drinks as usual

Oh, the usual crowd was there

In the corner sat Big Joe McKenzie

His eyes were blood shot red

And as he turned to address the crowd around him

These were the very words that he said:

Well I went down to St James Infirmary

To see my baby there

She was laid out on that long white table

So cold, so pale, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Where ever she may be

Let her search that whole wide world over

Never find a man as sweet as me

She’ll never find a man as sweet as me

When I die, won’t you bury me in my high top Stetson hat

Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch hand

So the gang’ll know I died standing pat

I want six crapshooters for pallbearers

Pretty gals sing me a song

I want a jazz band on my hearse wagon

To raise Hell as we roll 'long

Won’t you roll out that rubber tire hack

Thirteen men go down to that old graveyard

There’s only twelve of them men coming back

Now that you heard my story

Have another shot of the booze

Anything anybody should ask

I got the St James Infirmary blues

I got the St James Infirmary blues