St. James Infirmary (adapt)

Feb 09, 2007 03:35

I just left St. James infirmary
Seen my baby there
She was layed out on a long white table
So sweet, cold, an frail

Let her go, let her go, God Bless Her
Whever she may be
She could drift this whole wide over
An never find a man like me

When I die you can bury me in the Desert
Wearin a ten cent straw hat
Put a piece of drawin' coal in my pocket
An let em know I died like that

Let her go, let her go, God Bless Her
Wherever she may be,
She can wild-goose this world full over,
and never find a man like me.
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