Benny Goodman - St. Louis Blues - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Benny Goodman - St. Louis Blues lyrics

Artist: Benny Goodman

album: Classics from the Master Tapes (Audiophile Edition)

Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary
See my baby there
She's stretched out on a long, white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her ohh!
Wherever she may be
She can search this wide world over
She'll never find another sweet man like me
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
Then give me six, crap shooting pallbearers
Let a chorus girl, sing me a song
Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
So we can raise hallelujah, as we go along
Folks, now that you have heard my story
Say, man, hand me over another shot of that booze
And if anyone should ask you
You tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary, blues!

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