Con DeArella - St. James Infirmary

Well I went down to St. James Infirmary
Saw my baby there stretched out along the table
So cold, so sweet, so fare
Let her go, let her go god bless her soul wherever she may be
She can search this wide world all over
But she'll never find a man like me
Though she treated me mean and low down somehow I did not care
But lord knows she was a good girl
Hope I see her again up there

Well if you've heard my story
That means I'm dead and gone
But now that I stand here
My babe is nowhere to be found

Written by:
Artie Shaw, Connor Arrildt

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