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I went down to St. James InfirmarySaw my baby thereShe was all stretched out on a long white tableSo soft, so cold, so fairI went up to see the doctorShe's very low, he saidWhen I went back to see my babyGood God, she was on that table, deadLet her go, let her go, God bless herWherever she may beShe can search the wide world overShe will never find another man like meI want six gamblers at my funeralSix chorus girls to sing my songsI want a jazz band to follow behind meSo we can raise hell as we roll alongWell, this is the end of my storyLet's have another round of boozeAnd if anyone should ever ask youTell them I've got the St. James Infirmary blues From Letras Mania