Dave van Ronk - Gamblers blues st james infirmary

^AmIt was down at ^E7old Joe's ^Ambar room ^AmAt the corner ^Fmaj7by ^Cthe ^E7square They were ^Amserving ^E7drinks as ^Amusual^{Am/G Am}And the ^Fmaj7usual ^E7crowd was ^Amthere

^AmOn my left stood ^E7big Joe ^AmMacKennedy ^AmHis eyes were ^Fmaj7blood- ^Cshot ^E7red And as he ^Amturned to the ^E7crowd ^Amaroun^Am/Gd him ^AmThese were the ^Fmajvery ^E7words he ^Amsaid.

^AmI went down to ^E7St. James ^AmInfirmary ^AmI saw my ^Fmaj7ba- ^Cby ^E7there ^AmStretched out on a ^E7long, white ^Amtable ^Am/G So ^Fmaj7young, so ^E7cold, so ^Amfair

^AmSeventeen ^E7coal-black ^Amhorses ^AmHitched to a ^Fmaj7rubber-^Ctied ^E7hack S^Ameven girls ^E7goin' to the ^Amgravey^Am/Gard Only ^Fmaj7six of them are ^E7coming ^Amback

^AmLet her go. ^E7Let her go, ^AmGod bless her ^AmWherever ^Fmaj7she ^Cmay ^E7be She may ^Amsearch this ^E7wide world ^Amover ^Am/G And never ^Fmaj7find another ^E7man like ^Amme

^AmWhen I die ^E7just ^Ambury me ^AmIn my ^Fmaj7high-top ^CStetson ^E7hat Place a ^Amtwenty-dollar ^E7gold piece on my ^Amwatch chai^Am/Gn My ^Fmaj7gang will know ^E7I died standing ^Ampat

I want ^Amsix crap-^E7shooters for my ^Ampallbearers A ^Amchorus girl to ^Fmaj7sing me ^Ca s^E7ong Put a ^Amjazz band on ^E7my hearse ^Amwagon ^Am/G To raise ^Fmaj7hell as we ^E7roll ^Amalong

^AmLet her go. ^E7Let her go, ^AmGod bless her ^AmWherever ^Fmaj7she ^Cmay ^E7be She may s^Amearch this ^E7wide world ^Amover ^Am/G And never ^Fmaj7find sweet ^E7man like ^Amme

^AmNow that you've ^E7heard my ^Amstory ^AmI'll take another ^Fmaj7shot ^Cof ^E7booze ^AmAnd if anyone ^E7here should ^Amask you^Am/G I've got ^Fmaj7the ^E7gambler's ^Amblues

^AmLet her go. ^E7Let her go, God ^Ambless her ^AmWherever ^Fmaj7she ^Cmay ^E7be She may ^Amsearch this ^E7wide world ^Amover ^Am/G And never ^Fmaj7find sweet ^E7man lik^Ame me