St James Infirmary
Ramblin' Jack ElliottVersion1
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It was down in Old Joe's bar-room,
on the corner by the square,
the usual crowd was assembled
and big Joe Mckenny was there.
He was standing at my shoulder,
his eyes were bloodshot red,
he turned to the crowd around him
these are the very words he said...wad he say Jack?
I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there,
she was layed out on a cold white table,
so cold, so white, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, god bless her
wherever she may be,
she may search this wide world over,
she'll never find a sweet man like me.
When I die, bury me,
in a high top Stetson hat,
put a 20 dollar goldpiece on my watch chain,
so god know I died standing pat.
I want 6 crapshooters for pallbearers,
chorus gonna sing me a song,
put a jazz band on my hearse wagon,
raise hell, as I roll along.
Roll out your rubber tired carriage
roll out your old time hack,
12 men going to the graveyard and,
11 coming back
Now that I've told my story,
I'll take another shot of booze,
and if anyone should happen to ask me,
I got those, gambler's blues.
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Readable chord sheet for St James Infirmary by Ramblin' Jack Elliott
[Am]It was down in [E]Old Joe's [Am]bar-room, on the corner [F]by the [E]square,[E7] the [Am]usual [E]crowd was ass[Am]embled and [F]big Joe Mck[E]enny was [Am]there. [Am]He was standing [E]at my [Am]shoulder, his eyes were [F]bloodshot [E]red, [E7] he [Am]turned to the [E]crowd [Am]around him these are the [F]very [E]words he [Am]said...wad he say Jack? [Am]I went down to the [E]St. James In[Am]firmary I saw my [F]baby [E]there, [E7] she was [Am]layed out on a [E]cold white [Am]table, so [F]cold, so [E]white, so [Am]fair. [Am]Let her go, let her [E]go, god [Am]bless her wherever [F]she may [E]be, [E7] she may [Am]search this [E]wide world [Am]over, she'll never [F]find a sweet [E]man like [Am]me. [Am]When I die, [E]bury me[Am], in a high top [F]Stetson [E]hat, [E7] put a [Am]20 dollar [E]goldpiece [Am]on my watch chain, so [F]god know I d[E]ied standing p[Am]at. [Am]I want 6 crap[E]shooters for pall[Am]bearers, chorus gonna [F]sing me a [E]song, [E7] put a [Am]jazz band [E]on my hearse [Am]wagon, raise [F]hell, as [E]I roll [Am]along. [Am]Roll out your [E]rubber tired [Am]carriage roll out your [F]old time [E]hack, [E7] [Am]12 men [E]going to the [Am]graveyard and, [F]11 [E]coming [Am]back [Am]Now that I've [E]told my [Am]story, I'll take another [F]shot of [E]booze, [E7] and if [Am]anyone should [E]happen to [Am]ask me, I [F]got those, [E]gambler's [Am]blues.