Well folks, now I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary
See my baby there
She's stretched out on a long, white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair

Let her go, let her go, Oh bless her
Wherever she may be
You can search this whole wide world over
But you'll never find another sweet man like me

Now, when I die, put on my straight-leg britches
Put on my box-back coat and my Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know I died standing pat

Then 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 went along

Well folks, now you have heard my story
Hey, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze
And if anyone should ask you
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues