I went down to the St. James Infirmary
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I found my baby there
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She was stretched out on a long, white table.
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So calm, so cool, so bare
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Let her go, I said, let her go, may God bless her
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Wherever she may be.
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Well, she could search this whole wide world over, yeah
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But she'll never find a sweet man like Harry.
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Now, when I die, I wanna be buried
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In a box with a black coat and a stetson hat
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I want a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
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So all the boys would know I died standing pat.
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Just a closer walk with Thee
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Grant it, Jesus, if you please
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Daily walking close to Thee,
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Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
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Oh I.. I am weak, but Thou art strong, Thou art strong
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Keep me Jesus, from all wrong
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IĄŻll be satisfied just as long
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Just as long, as you walk, close to me.
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Now folks, this is the end of my story
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Bartender, pass me another bottle of booze
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If anyone should ever ask you,
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You can tell them I've got the St. James Infirmary blues.
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St. James Infirmary Blues/ Just A Closer Walk With Thee
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| Harry Connick, Jr. |
