@migu music@

Artist：tom jones

Songs Title：st. james infirmary blues

I went down to old Joe's bar room, on the corner by the square

Well, the drinks were bein' served as usual, and this motley crowd was there

Well, on my left stood Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red

When he told me that sad story, these were the words he said

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

She was stretched out on a long white table, so cold, and fine, and fair.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be

She can search this world over, never find another man like me

When I die Oh lord please bury me In my high top stetson hat

Put gold coins over my eyelids So the boys will know I died standing pat

Get six crapshooting pallbearers Six chorus girls to sing me a song

Put a jazz band behind my hearse wagon To raise hell as we roll along

Get sixteen coal black horses, to pull that rubber tired hack

There's thirteen men going to the graveyard Only twelve men are coming back

Well, now you've heard my story, well, have another round of booze

And if anyone should ever, ever ask you, I've got the St. James infirmary blues!