Now I went down to the St. James Infirmary,
Saw my baby there;
She was stretched out on a long, white table,
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.

Now, when I die, I want you to bury me
In my straight laced suit and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece in my pocket,
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 by my coffin
So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along.

So now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should dare to ask you,
Tell ‘em I’ve got those St. James Infirmary blues.