AmEAmFEE7
I went down to St. James' Infirmary and I saw my baby there,
AmEAmFEAm
She was laid out on that long white table, so sweet, so cold, so fair.
AmEAmFEE7
Well, I went up to see the doctor, "She's feeling very low" he said,
AmEAmFEAm
Well, I went back to see my baby, and good god, she was lying there dead.
[Chorus]
AmEAm
So let her go, let her go, God bless her soul.
FEE7
Wherever she may be.
AmEAm
She may search this whole wide world over,
FEAmEAm
And never find a motherfucker like me.
[Instrumental]
AmEAm
Well, I went down to Old Joe's Ballroom,
FEE7
On the corner down by the square.
AmEAm
They were serving drinks as usual,
FEAm
And all the usual folks were there.
AmEAm
Well, to my left stood Old Joe McKennedy,
FEE7
His eyes were bloodshot red.
AmEAm
And he turned to the crowd in front of him,
FEAm
And these were the very words that he said.
[Chorus]
AmEAm
He said, "Let her go, let her go, God bless her soul
FEE7
Wherever she may be.
AmEAm
She may search this whole wide world over,
FEAmEAm
And never find a motherfucker like me."
[Instrumental]
AmEAm
So when I die won't you bury me,
FEE7
In my high-top Stetson hat.
AmEAm
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
FEAm
So the devil knows I died standing pat.
AmEAm
Six gamblers to carry my coffin,
FEE7
With chorus girls to sing me a song.
AmEAm
Put a jazz band on the horse wagon,
FEAmEAm
To raise Hell as we roll along.
[Instrumental]
AmEAm
So bring out the rubber tied carridge,
FEE7
Go ahead and bring out the pony and drive.
AmEAm
Twelve men going down to that graveyard,
FEAm
Only eleven of them ever coming back.
[Chorus]
AmEAm
So let her go, let her go, God bless her soul,
FEE7
Wherever she may be.
AmEAm
She may search this whole wide world over,
FEAmEAm
And never find a motherfucker like me.
[Instrumental]
AmEAm
So now, they've heard my story,
FEE7
Well, let's buy another round of booze.
AmEAm
And if anyone ever should ask you,
FEAmEAm
I got the St. James' Infirmary blues.