| I went down to Old Joe’s Bar-room
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| On the corner by the square
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| Drinks were being served as usual
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| And the same old crowd was there
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| On my left was old Joe Mac Kennedy
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| His eyes were blood-shot red
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| His elbow on the bar he turned to me
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| And these are the words he said
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| I went down to St. James Infirmary
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| I saw my baby there
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| Stretched out on a long white table
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| So sweet, so cold, so fair
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| Instrumental: 6-String Electric Guitar
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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 can search this wide world over
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| She’ll never find a sweet man like me
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| When I die bury me in my straight legged shoes
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| Box back coat and a Stetson hat
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| Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
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| So the boys will know I died standing pat
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| There were sixteen coal black horses
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| When the coachman’s whip did crack
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| There are sixteen miles to the graveyard
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| But my baby’s never ever coming back
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| Well, now you’ve heard my sad story
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| Boy hand me another shot of that booze
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| And if any one should ask you
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| I’ve got the St. James Infirmary Blues
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| Went down to St. James Infirmary
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| I saw my baby there
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| Stretched out on a long white table
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| So sweet, so cold, so fair
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| Let her go, let her go, God bless her
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| Where’er she may be
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| She can search this wide world over
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| She’ll never find a sweet man like me |