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Danny Barker - St. James Infirmary Blues

People keep talking about their favorite version of the St. James Infirmary Blues...I have a funny feeling this'll change your mind. :) Lyrics [the best I can do] It was down in old joe's barroom on the corner by the square (where the wino's hang out at) the drinks went around as usual 'cos a goodly crowd was standing there Off in a quiet dark corner With his eyes bloodshot and red (just like mine) Sat this wise and slick old-time ancient gambler And these are the words that the old man said He said I just come from up at the St. James Infirmary Saw my poor baby laying there Them slick doctors and them double-breasted nurses had her stretched out on a long white table She was so cool, she was so pale, she was so fair (laying there) Let her go, let her go, god bless her Wherever she may be (up there or down below with the devil) She can look this cruel, cold, wide, wide, wide world over But she'll never find another good providin' sorta type o' man like me again When I die I want you to dress me in straight-laced shoes (put my shoes on because I may have to run from the devil) I want a boxback coat and a stetson hat (put my hat on because the cinders from in fire will be fallin') Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watchchain So all my phony whiskey-head reefer-head friends'll know I passed away standin' pat (have mercy) I want sixteen snow-white horses (no mules, no ponies no jackasses all horses) Sixteen chorus girls from the Apollo theater to sing and dance me a song Put a jazz band on the top of my casket To blow them Memphis blues as they slowly stroll along Went down to the Saint James Infirmary the second time because I didn't believe what I saw the first time (have mercy) And sure enough my poor dead baby was still laying there with a sheet over her head (she looked like a gown-man) I raised up the sheet and said darlin', would you say some nice kind words of consolation to me She opened up one eye and said get the hell away from me can't you see I'm tryin' to pass away (I said forgive me darlin') Now that you have heard my story Mr. bartender would you kindly pass me that bottle of wild turkey whiskey because I'm a chronic alcoholic And if anyone should ask you what's my problem You just tell them I've got them St. James Infirmary Blues