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Well folks, I'm going down to St. James Infirmary,
To see my little baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's looks so good, so calm, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
You may search this whole wide world over,
But you'll never find another sweetheart like me.
Take apart your bones and put them back together,
Tell your mama that you're somebody new.
Feel the breeze blowing,
Come on, look out, here it comes,
Now I can say whatever I feel like to you.
Then give me six crap shooting pallbearers,
Let a chorus girl sing me a song.
Put a little odds on old sweet grace,
hallelujah, we all go along.
Well folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that rye;
And if anyone else should ask you,
Just tell them I've got that old St. James Infirmary blues.
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