St. James Infirmary Blues - Louis Armstrong
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I went down to old Joe's barroom,
on the corner by the square.
They were serving the drinks as usual,
and the usual crowd was there.
On my left stood old Joe McKennedy,
his eyes were bloodshot red.
He turned to the crowd around him,
an these are the words he said:
I went down to St.James Infirmary,
and I saw my baby there.
She was stretched out on a long white table,
so cold, so sweet, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
wherever she may be.
She can look this wide world over,
but she'll never find a sweet man like me.