Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song St. James Infirmary (II) , by - Cab Calloway. Song from the album Tappin' Off, in the genre Традиционный джазRelease date: 24.11.2011
Record label: Putlabel
Song language: English
St. James Infirmary (II) |
| Folks, I’m goin' down to St. James Infirmary |
| See my baby there; |
| She’s stretched out on a long, white table |
| She’s so sweet, so cold, so fair |
| Let it go, let it go, god bless her |
| Wherever she may be |
| She will search this wide world over |
| But she’ll never find another sweet man like me |
| When I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches |
| Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat |
| Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain |
| So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat |
| An' 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 go along |
| Folks, now that you have heard my story |
| Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze; |
| If anyone should ask you |
| You just tell 'em I’ve got those St. James Infirmary blues |