Well folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary   See my little baby there   She's stretched out on a long, white table   Well she looks so good, so cold, so fair      Let her go, let her go, God bless her   Wherever she may be   You may search this whole wide world over   But she'll never find another sweetheart like me, yeah      Take apart your bones and put 'em back together   Tell your mother that you are somebody new   Feel the breeze blow and tell 'em all, "Look out here it comes!"   Now I can say whatever I feel like to you      Then keep me six crap-shooting pallbearers   Let a chorus girl sing me a song   Put a red-hot jazz band, we raise   Hallelujah as we go along, well      Well folks, now that you have heard my story   Say boy, hand me another shot of that rye   And if anyone else should ask you   Just tell 'em I've got some of those St. James Infirmary blues