Folks , I'm goin'down to St.James Infirmary
See my baby there
She's stretched out on a long , white table
She's so sweet , so cold , so fair
Let her go , let her go , God bless her
Wherever she may be
She will search this wide world over
But she'll never find another sweet man like me
Now , When I die , bury me in my straight - leg britches
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat
Folks , now that you have heard my story
Say , boy , hand me another shot of that booze
If anyone should ask you
Tell'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues