St. James Infirmary (Live on Bastille Day)

Well, folks, I'm going down to St. James Infirmary

And see

My little baby, there

She's stretched out on a long, white table

Well, she looks so good, so cold, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be

You may search this

Whole wide world over

But you'll never find another sweetheart like me

Yeah

Take apart your bones and put 'em back together

Tell your momma that you're somebody new

Feel the breeze blowin', tell 'em all "look out, here he comes!"

Now I can say whatever I feel like to you

Then give me 6 crap-shootin' pallbearers

Let a chorus girl

Sing me a song

Put a red-hot jazz band at the top

We raise!

Hallelujah, as we go along

Well

Well, folks, now that you have heard my story

Say, boy, hand me another shot of that rye!

And if anyone else should ask you

Just tell 'em I've got some of those St. James Infirmary blues