Cab Calloway - St james infirmary

It was ^Dmdown in ^A7old Joe's ^Dmbar-room, On the ^Dmcorner ^Gmby the ^Dmsquare^A7 The ^Dmdrinks were ^A7served as ^Dmusual And the ^Bb7usual ^A7crowd were ^Dmthere^A7

On my ^Dmleft stood ^A7big Joe Mc^DmKennedy His ^Dmeyes were ^Gmbloodshot ^Dmred ^A7 He ^Dmturned to the ^A7crowd ^Dmaround him These ^Bb7were the very ^A7words he ^Dmsaid^A7

I went ^Dmdown to St. ^A7James ^DmInfirmary To ^Dmsee my ^Gmbaby ^Dmthere^A7; She was ^Dmstretched out on a ^A7long, white ^Dmtable So ^Bb7pale, so ^A7cold, so ^Dmfair^A7

Let her ^Dmgo, let her ^A7go, god ^Dmbless her Wher^Dmever ^Gmshe may ^Dmbe ^A7 She may ^Dmsearch this ^A7whole world ^Dmover And never ^Bb7find a man as ^A7sweet as ^Dmme ^A7

When I ^Dmdie please ^A7bury ^Dmme In my ^Dmhigh-top ^GmStetson ^Dmhat ^A7 Put a ^Dmtwenty-dollar ^A7gold piece on my ^Dmwatch chain So the ^Bb7gang'll know I d^A7ied standing ^Dmpat ^A7

I wat ^Dmsix crap s^A7hooters for ^Dmpall bearers Six ^Dmpretty girls to ^Gmsing me a ^Dmsong ^A7 Put a ^Dmjazz band on ^A7my hearse ^Dmwagon To raise ^Bb7hell as we ^A7stroll a^Dmlong^A7

And ^Dmnow that you have ^A7heard my ^Dmstory I'll ^Dmhave another ^Gmshot of ^Dmbooze;^A7 And if ^Dmanybody ^A7happens to ^Dmask you I've got the ^Bb7St. James ^A7Infirmary ^Dmblues^{A7 Dm}