It was down at old Joe's bar room,
on the corner of the square,
And they were serving drinks as usual
And the usual crowd was there
And his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people
And these were the very words he said
It was down at St. James Infirmary
She was stretched out on a long white table
So sweet, so cool, so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
She may search this whole
And never find a sweeter man like me
When I die, please bury me
In my high -top Stetson hat
I'll put a twenty -dollar gold piece
The gang on the wild dance in England
Three chorus girls to sing me a song
I'll put a jazz band on my Volkswagen
To raise hell as I stroll along
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
She may search this whole
Never find a sweeter man like me,
And now that I've told my story
I'll take another shot of booze
And if anybody happens to ask you
Tell them I got those gambler's blues
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
She may search this whole
Never find a sweeter man like me
Never find a sweeter man like me