Kefi

I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary
See my baby there; She's stretched out on a long, white table
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair
Let her go, let her go, oh, bless her
Wherever she may be
She will search this wide world over(AAHH)
But she'll never find another sweet man like me
Now 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 pall bearers
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
Now that you have heard my story
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze
Give me six crap shooting pall bearers
Give me six crap shooting pall bearers
Give me six crap shooting pall bearers
Give me six crap shooting pall bearers