| I went down to old Joe’s barroom
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| On the corner, by the stairs
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| Drinks were served as usual
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| And the usual crowd was there
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| On my left stood Joe McKennedy
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| His eyes were bloodshot red
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| And he turned to face the crowd around him
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| These are the very words he said:
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| «I went down to St. James infirmary
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| Saw my baby lying there
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| Stretched out on a long white table
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| So cold, so deep, so fair
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| Let her go, let her go, Lord bless her
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| Wherever she may be
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| And I can search this whole world right over
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| You’ll never find a sweet man like me»
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| When I die, please bury me
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| Outside of Stetson hat
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| Put a gold piece on my watch chain
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| So the boys will know that I died standing fair
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| I want six gamblers to be my pallbearers
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| I want a working girl to sing me a song
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| I want a jazz band on my hearse wagon
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| To raise hell as we roll along
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| Now that you’ve heard my story
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| I’ll take another shot of the booze
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| And if anybody should ask me
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| Tell’em I got me those gamblin' blues
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| Tell’em I got me those gamblin' blues
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| Tell’em I got me those gamblin' blues |