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 THE WHITE STRIPES - St. James Infirmary Blues Lyrics

Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.

Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.

Folks, now that you have heard my story,
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Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.