St. James

Written by：Rag'n'Bone Man

I went down to old Joe's barroom

On the corner by the stairs

Drinks were served as usual

And the usual crowd was there

On my left stood Joe McKennedy

His eyes were bloodshot red

He turned to face the crowd around him

These are the very words he said

I went down to St. James infirmary

Saw my baby lying there

Stretched out on a long white table

So cold so deep so fair

Let her go let her go Lord bless her

Wherever she may be

I can search this whole world right over

You'll never find a sweet 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 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 booze

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