St James Infirmary

It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said

I was [Am7]down to [C7]St. James infirmary, I saw my [A]baby there
She was [Am7]stɾetched out on [C7]a long [Am]white table,
So sweet, cool and [Bm]so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me

When I die please bury me in my [A]high top Stetson [C7]hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on [C7]my [A]watch chain
The gang'll know I died standing pat

Let her go, let her go God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me

I want six crapshooters to [C7]be [Am]my [A]pallbearers
Three pretty women to [C7]sing a song
Stick a jazz band [Bm]on [C7]my [A]hearse wagon
Raise hell as I stɾoll along

Let her go Let her go
God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide
World over
She'll never find a sweeter
Man as me