St. James Infirmary

St. James Infirmary - Cab Calloway & His Orchestra

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 it go let it 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

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

An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers

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 boy hand me another shot of that booze

If anyone should ask you

You just tell 'em I've got those St. James infirmary blues