folks, i'm goin' down to st. james infirmary,
see my baby there;
she's stretched out on a long, white table,
she's so sweet, so cold, so fair.
let her go, let her go, god bless her,
wherever she may be,
she will search this wide world over,
but she'll never find another sweet man like me.
take apart your bones and put them back together
tell your mama that your somebody new
feel the brezes blow
i will look at you and go
so can say whatever i feel like to you
so get me six craps shooting pull bearers
let a chorus girl sing me song
budilaaaa ahhhh dont mess with grace
halelua as we go along
folks, now that you have heard my story,
say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
if anyone should ask you, one thig
tell 'em i've got some of those st. james infirmary blues. |