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Folks, i'm goin' down to st. james infirmary
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                                                                see
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My baby there, she's stretched out on a long, white table
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She's so sweet, so cold, so fair

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Let her go, let her go, god bless her
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Wherever she may be
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She will search this wide world over
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But she'll never find another sweet man like me

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Now, when i die, bury me in my straight-leg britches
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Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat
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Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
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So you can let all the boys know i died standing pat

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An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers
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Let a chorus girl sing me a song
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       put a reeed hot jazz band at the top of my head so we can raise
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Hallelujah as we go along

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Folks, now that you have heard my story
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  say, boy, hand me another shot of that boooooze
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                                  if anyone should ask you
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Tell 'em i've got those st. james infirmary blues