Artist: The White Stripes Album: The White Stripes (1999) Title: St. James Infirmary Blues
Lyrics St. James Infirmary BluesFolks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary
See my little baby there
She's stretched out on a long, white table
She's so good, so cold, so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She will search this whole wide world over
But she'll never find another sweet man like me
Now, 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
Folks, now that you have heard my story
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that rye
If anyone should ask you
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues |