I'm goin' down to the St. James Infirmary
To See my baby there
She was stretched out on a long, white table
So smooth, so cold, so fair

Well Let her go, let her go, god bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search this 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 all the boys know I died standing pat

I want six crap shooting pall bearers
Well let a chorus girl sing me a song
And put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
So we can raise hell as we go along

Now, folks now you've have heard my story
Bartender pass me a shot of booze
If anyone should ask ever ask you
Say I had the St. James Infirmary blues