The Devil Makes Three - St James lyrics

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 tarmac 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