Well, I went down to Old Joe's Barroom
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Down on the corner by the square
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They were serving drinks as usual
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Oh, the usual crowd was there
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In the corner sat Big Joe McKenzie
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His eyes were blood shot red
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And as he turned to address the crowd around him
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These were the very words that he said:
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Well I went down to St James Infirmary
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To see my baby there
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She was laid out on that long white table
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So cold, so pale, so fair
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Let her go, let her go, God bless her
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Where ever she may be
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Let her search that whole wide world over
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Never find a man as sweet as me
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She'll never find a man as sweet as me
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When I die, won't you bury me in my high top Stetson hat
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Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch hand
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So the gang'll know I died standing pat
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I want six crapshooters for pallbearers
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Pretty gals sing me a song
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I want a jazz band on my hearse wagon
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To raise Hell as we roll 'long
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Won't you roll out that rubber tarmac
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Thirteen men go down to that old graveyard
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There's only twelve of them men coming back
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Now that you heard my story
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Have another shot of the booze
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Anything anybody should ask
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I got the St James Infirmary blues
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I got the St James Infirmary blues
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St. James
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| The Devil Makes Three |
