Karaoké St. James Infirmary The Bridge City Sinners

Well I went down to St. James' Infirmary and I saw my baby there

She was laid out on that long white table

So sweet, so cold, so fair

Well I went up to see the doctor

She's feelin' very low he said

Well I went back to see my baby and good God she was lyin' there dead

So let her go, let her go

God bless her soul wherever she may be

She may search this whole wide world over and never find a motherfucker like me

Well I went down to Old Joe's Ballroom

On the corner down by the square

They were servin' drinks as usual and all the usual folks were there

Well to my left stood Old Joe McKennedy

His eyes were bloodshot red

And he turned to the crowd in front of him and these were the very words that he said

He said Let her go, let her go

God bless her soul wherever she may be

She may search this whole wide world over and never find a motherfucker like me

So when I die won't you bury me in my high-top Stetson hat

Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain so the devil knows

I died standin' pat

Six gamblers to carry my coffin with chorus girls to sing me a song

Put a jazz band on the horse wagon to raise Hell as we roll along

So bring out the rubber tied carridge

Go ahead and bring out the pony and drive

Twelve men goin' down to that graveyard

Only eleven of them ever comin' back

So let her go, let her go

God bless her soul wherever she may be

She may search this whole wide world over and never find a motherfucker like me

So now they've heard my story

Well let's buy another round of booze

And if anyone ever should ask you

I got the St. James' Infirmary blues