It
was down by old Joe's barroom,
in a corner of the square.
They were serving drinks as usual,
and the usual crowd was there.
On his side, Mr. Big Joe McCaddy,
and his eyes were bloodshot red.
And he turned his face to the people.
These were the very words he said.
I was down at St. James Infirmary.
I saw my baby there.
She was stretched out on a long white table.
Lord, she was a-calling, so sweet and so fair.
When I die, please bury me in my papsy.
Stand back with a $20 hat.
No, put a $20 gold piece in my pocket.
Do that right now.
Let the fellows know I died standing fast.
I want six crapshooters for Paul Beres.
A pretty woman to sing me a song.
Now stick a jazz band on my wagon,
and sing to heaven as I stroll along.
And now that you've heard my story,
I'll take another shot of booze.
And if anyone should happen to ask for me, yeah,
you just tell them it's that Gambler's Blues.
All right.
Let her go, let her go.
God bless her.
Wherever she may be,
she'll be looking this whole wide world
over.
Yes,
she did,
but she'll never find a sweeter man as me.
One, no, no, she'll never
find a sweeter man as me.
One,
no,
no,
she'll never find a sweeter man as me.