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Artist - Elijah Wilbury | Songs (7)

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Genre: Blues
Credits: Traditional, Arranged by John W. Leys

Song: The St James Infirmary Blues
Album: Blues

Song Information:

My version of the blues standard.

Label: Flaming Menorah Records	Song ISRC:
Copyright:	Writers licence:

Lyrics:
Intro: Dm-A7-Dm-Gm-A7-Dm-A7-Dm-A7-Dm

Dm A7 Dm
It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
Gm A7
On the corner by the square,
Dm A7 Dm
The usual crowd was assembled
A7 Dm
Big Joe McKinney was there.

He was standing at my shoulder.
His eyes were bloodshot red;
He turned to the crowd around him,
These are the very words he said:

"I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there,
She's laid out on a cold white table,
So so cold, so white, so fair.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search the whole wide world over
She'll never find a man as sweet as me.

There were sixteen snow white horses
When the coachman's whip did crack
It was only 5 miles to the graveyard
But my baby ain't never coming back

Now I may die o'er the ocean
I may get killed by a cannon ball
But you can bet your last wooden nickel
Twas a woman who caused it all

When I die, when I die, bury me
In my wide brim Stetson hat;
Put two gold pieces o'er my eyelids
So the Lord'll know I died standing pat

I want six crap shooters for pall bearers.
Six chorus girls to sing me a song.
Put a ol' Dixie jazz band on my hearse wagon.
To raise Hell as I roll along.

I want seventeen coal-black horses
Hitched to a rubber tired hack
Twelve men are going to the graveyard
Only eleven are coming back.”

And there he finished his sad story
And took another shot of booze
Said if anyone asked what killed him
It was the St James Infirmary Blues.

Outro: Dm-A7-Dm-Gm-A7-Dm-A7-Dm-A7-Dm

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