St. James Infirmary Blues

Dm A Dm
it was down in old Joe's barroom
Dm Gm Dm
On the corner by the square
Dm A Dm
The drinks were served as usual
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And the usual crowd was there

On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy
His eyes were bloodshot red
He turned 'round to ace the barroom
And these are the very words he said

I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I saw my sweetheart there
Lyin' on the table
So cold, so white, so fair

I went down to see the doctor
"She's very low", he said
I went back to see my baby
And great God she was dead

Let her go, let her go God rest her
Wherever she may be
You may search this whole world over
But you'll never find another man like me

Now that is the end of my story
Bartender pour another round of booze
If anyone should happen to ask you
I've got the St, James Infirmary blues