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' duesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
