St. James Infirmary - Frances Faye, Don Fagerquist, Maynard Ferguson

It was down by old Joe’s barroom, on the corner of the square

They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there

On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red

And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said

I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there

She was stretched out on a long white table

So sweet, cool and so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be

She may search this whole wide world over

Never find a sweeter man as me

When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat

Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain

The gang’ll know I died standing pat

Let her go, let her go God bless her

Wherever she may be

She may search this wide world over

Never find a sweeter man as me

I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers

Three pretty women to sing a song

Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon

Raise hell as I stroll along

Let her go Let her go

God bless her

Wherever she may be

She may search this whole wide

World over

She’ll never find a sweeter

Man as me