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GmI went down D7 to Gm old Joe's D7 bar room Gm On the F7corner by the square.D7, Bb Well, Gm the drinks D7 were bein' served as Gmusual,D7 And this E7/9 motley D7 crowd was there. Gmi, Gmi, D7, Gmi, D7
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. Go ahead! 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. Yes, sixteen coal black horses To pull that rubber tied hack. Well, it's seventeen miles to the graveyard But my baby's never comin' 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!