Fm Well Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary, to see my baby there She's stretched out on a long, white table, C A# G# G Fm looks so good, 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. Take apart your bones and put 'em back together, tell your mama that you're somebody new Feel the breeze blowin tell em all 'look out here it comes' now I can say whatever I feel like to you Then give me 6 crap-shootin' pallbearers, let a chorus girl sing me a song Put a red-hot jazz band, we raise Hallelujah as we go along Folks, now that you have heard my story, say boy, hand me another shot of that rye; If anyone should ask you, tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C Fm G G# |