It went down to old Joe's barroom, on the corner down the stairs
Drinks were served as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned to face the crowd around him, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby laying there
Stretched out on a long white table,
So sweet, deep, so fair
Let her go, let her go, Lord bless her
Wherever she may be
You may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
When I die please bury me outside of Stetson hat
Put a gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys will know that I died standing fair
I want six gamblers to be my pallbearers
I want a working girl to sing me a song
I want a Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
To raise hell as we roll along
Now that you've heard my story
I'll take another shot of the bouse
And if anybody should ask me
Tell' em I got me those gamblin' dues
Tell' em I got me those gamblin' dues
Tell' em I got me those gamblin' dues
Writer(s): Rory Charles Graham
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