Letras
Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
She's stretched out on a long, white table
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her, oh!
Wherever she may be
She can search this wide world over
She'll never find another sweet man like me
Now 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
Folks, now that you have heard my story
Say, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze
Iif anyone should ask you
You tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary, blues!