
St. James Infirmary Phil Harris
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When will I ever stop moanin? When will I ever smile?
My baby went and left me, she'll be gone a long, long while
I feel so blue and heartbroken, what am I livin' for?
My baby went and left me, never to come back no more
So I went down to that St James Infirmary
I heard my baby groan.I felt so brokenhearted
Baby used to be my own
I tried to keep from cryin', my hart felt just like lead
She was all I had to live for,I wish that it was me instead
I went down to old St. James Infirmary, all was still as night
My gal stretched out on a cool, white table, so cold, so pale, so white
Though she treated me mean and lowdown, somehow I didn't care
My soul is sick and weary, I hope we meet again up there
Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be
She could look this wide world over,but she'll never find a sweet
Man like me
When I die I want you to dress me in straight-laced shoes
A box-backed coat with a Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know I died stand-in' pat
I'll play these
My baby went and left me, she'll be gone a long, long while
I feel so blue and heartbroken, what am I livin' for?
My baby went and left me, never to come back no more
So I went down to that St James Infirmary
I heard my baby groan.I felt so brokenhearted
Baby used to be my own
I tried to keep from cryin', my hart felt just like lead
She was all I had to live for,I wish that it was me instead
I went down to old St. James Infirmary, all was still as night
My gal stretched out on a cool, white table, so cold, so pale, so white
Though she treated me mean and lowdown, somehow I didn't care
My soul is sick and weary, I hope we meet again up there
Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be
She could look this wide world over,but she'll never find a sweet
Man like me
When I die I want you to dress me in straight-laced shoes
A box-backed coat with a Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know I died stand-in' pat
I'll play these
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