St. james infirmary (Letra)

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I went down to old Joe’s bar room, on the corner by the square
Well, the drinks were bein’ served as usual, and this motley crowd was there

Well, on my left stood Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
When he told me that sad story, these were the words he said:

I went down to the St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table, so cold, and fine, and fair
Go ahead!

Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be
She can search this world over, never find another man like me

Yes, sixteen coal black horses, to pull that rubber tied hack
Well, it’s seventeen miles to the graveyard, but my baby’s never comin’ back

Well, now you’ve heard my story, well, have another round of booze
And if anyone should ever, ever ask you, I’ve got the St. James infirmary blues!

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St James Infirmary (Letra)

Louis Armstrong

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I went down to the 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 can look this wide world over
But she’ll never find a sweet man like me

When i die want you to dress me in straight lace shoes
I wanna a boxback coat and a stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys’ll know that i died standing flat

St. James Infirmary (Letra)

Janis Joplin

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I went down to old joe’s bar room
On the corner by the square.
Well, the drinks were bein’ served as usual,
And this motley crowd was there.

Well, on my left stood joe mckennedy
And his eyes were bloodshot red.
When he told me that sad story,
These were the words he said:

I went down to the st. james infirmary,
I saw my baby there,
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So cold, and fine, and fair.
Go ahead!

Let her go, let her go, god bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She can search this world over
Never find another man like me.

Yes, sixteen coal black horses
To pull that rubber tied hack.
Well, it’s seventeen miles to the graveyard
But my baby’s never comin’ back.

Well, now you’ve heard my story,
Well, have another round of booze
And if anyone should ever, ever ask you ¡º
I’ve got the st. james infirmary blues!