jimmy smith
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 down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table,  So sweet, cool and 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 high top Stetson hat Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my 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 be my pallbearers Three pretty women to sing a song Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon Raise hell as I stroll 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