歌词
It was down at Old Joe's Barroom
On a corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual
And the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy
His eyes were bloodshot red
He turned to the crowd around him
These are the very words he said
"I went down to that St. James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
Stretched out on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair."
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
Or never find a sweet man like me
When I die please bury me
In my high top Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
God'll know I died standing pat
I want six crapshooters for pallbearers
All his girlies sing me a song
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Raise hell as I stroll along
Roll out your rubber-tired carriage
Roll, roll out your old time hat
Twelve men going to the graveyard
And eleven coming back
Now that I told my story
I'll take another shot of booze
And if anybody happens to ask you
I've got those gamblers blues
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
Never find a sweet man like me
