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I went down to St. James' Infirmary and I saw my baby there,
         Am              E          Am         F        E        Am
She was laid out on that long white table, so sweet, so cold, so fair.
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Well, I went up to see the doctor, "She's feeling very low" he said,
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Well, I went back to see my baby, and good god, she was lying there dead.

[Chorus]
           Am          E       Am
So let her go, let her go, God bless her soul.
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Wherever she may be.
           Am             E           Am
She may search this whole wide world over,
           F             E         Am   E Am
And never find a motherfucker like me.

[Instrumental]

             Am      E         Am
Well, I went down to Old Joe's Ballroom,
        F                  E     E7
On the corner down by the square.
           Am      E         Am
They were serving drinks as usual,
             F     E         Am
And all the usual folks were there.
             Am         E       Am
Well, to my left stood Old Joe McKennedy,
     F                  E    E7
His eyes were bloodshot red.
        Am            E               Am
And he turned to the crowd in front of him,
           F            E             Am
And these were the very words that he said.

[Chorus]
                  Am          E        Am
He said, "Let her go, let her go, God bless her soul
    F             E   E7
Wherever she may be.
         Am               E           Am
She may search this whole wide world over,
           F             E         Am   E Am
And never find a motherfucker like me."

[Instrumental]

          Am   E         Am
So when I die won't you bury me,
               F       E   E7
In my high-top Stetson hat.
        Am           E            Am
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
        F            E             Am
So the devil knows I died standing pat.

     Am          E       Am
Six gamblers to carry my coffin,
                      F         E   E7
With chorus girls to sing me a song.
       Am       E          Am
Put a jazz band on the horse wagon,
          F         E     Am   E Am
To raise Hell as we roll along.

[Instrumental]

    Am           E           Am
So bring out the rubber tied carridge,
              F            E        E7
Go ahead and bring out the pony and drive.
        Am        E            Am
Twelve men going down to that graveyard,
       F             E          Am
Only eleven of them ever coming back.

[Chorus]
           Am          E        Am
So let her go, let her go, God bless her soul,
    F             E   E7
Wherever she may be.
           Am             E           Am
She may search this whole wide world over,
           F             E         Am   E Am
And never find a motherfucker like me.

[Instrumental]

    Am           E        Am
So now, they've heard my story,
            F            E       E7
Well, let's buy another round of booze.
        Am         E          Am
And if anyone ever should ask you,
          F            E        Am      E Am
I got the St. James' Infirmary blues.