I have a request for St. James' Infirmary. Oh, I went down to St. James' Infirmary Saw my baby there, my baby there Stressed out on a long white table So cold, so still, so thin Let her go, let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She can look this whole wide world all over She'll never find another man like me Now when I die, I want you to dress me in straight-legged shoes A box-back coat and a Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my white jeans Oh, the boys will know I died standing back Oh, the boys will know I died standing back Oh, the boys will know I died standing back Oh, the boys will know I died standing back Oh, the boys will know I died standing back Oh, the boys will know I died standing back
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