Dave Van Ronk - St. James Infirmary (Gambler's Blues) lyrics

It was down at Old Joe's bar room On a corner of the square They were serving drinks as usual And the usual crowd was there On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy His eyes were bloodshot red Turned to the crowd around him These are the very words he said I went down to that St-James Infirmary I saw my baby there 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 may search this wide world over Never find a sweet man like me When I die please bury me In my high-top Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch-chain Let God know I died standing pat I want six crapshooters for pallbearers A chorus girl to sing me a song Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon To raise hell as I stroll along Roll out your rubber tired carriage Roll out your rubber tired hack Twelve men going to the graveyard Ain't no living comin' back Now that I've told my story I'll take an other shot of booze And if anybody happens to ask you I've got those gamblers blues Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over Never find a sweet man like me Doo dooo....