Marsalis Family Saint James Infirmary
Now I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I found my baby there,
She was streched out on a long white table,
So cool, so calm, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
You know she can search this whole wide world over
but she'll never find, a sweet man like me.
Now when I die, I wanna be buried
In a box with a black coat and a Stetson hat;
I want a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So all the boys will know I died standin' pat.
Folks this is the end of my story,
bartender pass lucian another bottle of booz;
And if anyone should ever ask you,
Then you can tell 'em I've got the Saint James Infirmary
blues.
