| Walking slow to the graveyard I’ve lost everything I could lose
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| Now I’ve even lost my baby I guess I’ve got the drunkard’s blues
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| It was down at Big Joe’s barroom on the corner beyond the square
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| Everybody drinkin' good liquor the regular crowd was there
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| So I strolled out on the sidewalk began to look around
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| Looking everywhere for my baby but that sweet woman can’t be found
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| It was down at St James infirmary I found my baby there
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| Stretched out on a long white table so cold so pale so fair
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| So I strolled back down to the barroom to get another drink of gin
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| The next thing you know I’m reeling rocking and drunk again
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| Sixteen coal black horses all hitched up in a line
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| In that pretty buggy she’s ridin' goodbye ol' gal of mine
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| Walking slow to the graveyard I’ve lost everything I could lose
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| Now I’ve even lost my baby I guess I’ve got the drunker’s blues |