{t:St James Infirmary}
{st:Doc Watson}
Ken B song

[Am]It was down in [E7]Old Joe's [Am]bar-room,
[Am]on the corner [Fmaj7]of the [E7]square
They [Am]were serving [E7]drinks as [Am]usual
And the [Fmaj7]usual [E7]crowd was [Am]there.

Om my left stood big Joe MacKennedy
His eys were bloodshot red
He turned his face to the people
These are the very words he said

[Am]I went down to the [E7]St. James In[Am]firmary
[Am]I saw my [Fmaj7]baby [E7]there
Stretched [Am]out on a [E7]long white [Am]table
[Am]So young [Fmaj7]so [E7]cold so [Am]fair

Chorus
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[Am]Let her go, let her [E7]go, god [Am]bless her
wherever [Fmaj7]she may [E7]be
[E7]she may [Am]search this [E7]wide world [Am]over,
[Am]And never [Fmaj7]find another [E7]man like [Am]me.
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[Am]When I die, just [E7]bury me[Am],
in a high top [Fmaj7]Stetson [E7]hat
[E7]put a [Am]20 dollar [E7]goldpiece [Am]on my watch chain,
tolet  [Fmaj7]the boys know I d[E7]ied standing p[Am]at.

[Am]I want 6 crap[E7]shooters for pall[Am]bearers,
A chorus gonna [Fmaj7]sing me a [E7]song
put a [Am]jazz band [E7]on my hearse [Am]wagon,
raise [Fmaj7]hell, as [E7]I roll [Am]along.

[Am]Now that youve [E7]heard my [Am]story,
Gonna take another [Fmaj7]shot of [E7]booze
and if [Am]anyone should [E7]happen to [Am]ask me,
I [Fmaj7]got those, [E7]gambler's [Am]blues.