I went down to old Joe's bar room, on the corner by the square
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Well, the drinks were bein' served as usual, and this motley crowd was there
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Well, on my left stood Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
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When he told me that sad story, these were the words he said:
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I went down to the St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
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She was stretched out on a long white table, so cold, and fine, and fair
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Go ahead!
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Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be
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She can search this world over, never find another man like me
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Yes, sixteen coal black horses, to pull that rubber tied hack
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Well, it's seventeen miles to the graveyard, but my baby's never comin' back
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Well, now you've heard my story, well, have another round of booze
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And if anyone should ever, ever ask you, I've got the St. James infirmary blues!
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St. James Infirmary
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Janis Joplin |