St. James Infirmary

Irving Mills

 I went down to the St. James Infirmary 
I saw my baby there, 
she was stretched out on a long white table, 
so cold, so sweet, so fair 

Let her go, let her go, god bless her 
wherever she may be 
She may search this wide world over, 
she’ll never find a sweet man like me 

When I die, bury me in straight lace shoes 
I want a box back coat and Stetson hat, 
put a 20 dollar goldpiece on my watch chain 
so the boys know I died standing pat

Posted in 2017 Spring, cfa.

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