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Saint James Infirmary Blues by Irving Miles
Am Am E E Am
I went [Am] to old [E]Joe’s [Am]bar room,
On the corner [D] by the [Am] square,
Where the drinks were [E]served as [Am} usual,
And the usual [E]crowd was [Am] there.
At the bar stood big Joe McKennedy.
His eyes were bloodshot red.
He turned to the crowd around him,
And this is what big Joe said.
He said, “I went down to St. James Infirmary,
To see my baby there.
She was laid out on a cold steel table,
So calm, so pale, so fair.
Let her go, let her go God bless her,
Wherever she may be.
You can search the whole world over,
And never find a better man than me.
When I die please bury me,
In a high crowned Stetson hat.
Put a ‘hunered’ dollar bill in my pocket,
So folks will know I died standing pat.”
Will that’s the end of my story.
Let’s have another round of booze.
And if anybody here should ask you.
I’ve got the St. James Infirmary blues.
I’ve got the St. James Infirmary blues
There are more verses and variations. Some people do the song jazzy. I like it more as a blues song. I learned this song from T.C. Blues.