| It was down in Old Joe’s barroom
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| On the corner by the square
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| The usual crowd was assembled
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| And big Joe McKinney was there
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| He was standing at my shoulder
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| His eyes were bloodshot red;
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| He turned to the crowd around him
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| These are the very words he said:
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| I went down to the St. James Infirmary
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| I saw my baby there
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| She’s laid out on a cold white table
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| So so cold, so white, so fair."
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| Let her go, let her go, God bless her
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| Wherever she may be
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| She may search this wide world over
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| She’ll never find a sweet man like me
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| Oh, when I die, bury me
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| In my high top Stetson hat;
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| Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
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| God’ll know I died standing pat
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| I want six crap shooters for pall bearers
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| Chorus girl to sing me a song
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| Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
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| Raise Hell as I roll along
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| Roll out your rubber tired carriage
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| Roll out your old time hat
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| Twelve men going to the graveyard
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| And eleven coming back
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| Now that I’ve told my story
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| I’ll take another shot of booze
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| And if anyone should happen to ask you
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| I’ve got those gamblers' blues |