Tasty Tunes [Songs] - Traditionals


Well I went down to Old Joe's bar room,
Down on the corner by the square.
They were serving drinks, as usual,
And the usual crowd was there.

In the corner sat Big Joe Mackenzie,
His eyes were blood-shot red.
And as he turned to address the crowd around him,
These were the very words that he said:

He said, "I went down to St. James Infirmary.
To see my baby there.
And she was laid out on the long white tables,
So cold, so pale and so fair.

Let her go, ler her go, God bless her.
Wherever she may be.
Let her search that whole wide world over,
Never find a man as sweet as me.

I want six crapshooters for pallbearers,
Let a pretty gal sing me a song.
I want a jazz band on my hearse wagon,
We'll raise hell as we roll along.

Won't you roll out that rubber tried hack, boy.
Won't you roll out that rubber tried hack.
Thirteen men went down to that old graveyeard,
And there's only one man coming back.

Now that you've heard my story,
Take another shot of the booze.
And if anybody should ask,
I've got the St. James Infirmary Blues.
The St. James Infirmary Blues."



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