St. James Infirmary (II) - Cab Calloway

Folks, I’m goin' down to St. James Infirmary

See my baby there;

She’s stretched out on a long, white table

She’s so sweet, so cold, so fair

Let it go, let it go, god bless her

Wherever she may be

She will search this wide world over

But she’ll never find another sweet man like me

When I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches

Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat

Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat

An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers

Let a chorus girl sing me a song

Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head

So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along

Folks, now that you have heard my story

Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;

If anyone should ask you

You just tell 'em I’ve got those St. James Infirmary blues