Текст (слова) песни: White Stripes, The - St. James Infirmary Blues
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.
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