St. James Infirmary Blues

Well folks, I'm going down to St. James Infirmary See my little lady She's stretched out on a long, white table Shes looks so good, so cold, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be You may search this whole wide world over But you'll never find another sweetheart like me Take apart your bones and put them back together Tell your momma that you're somebody new Feel the breeze blow and tell them alright look out here it comes Now I can say whatever I feel like to you Then give me six crap shooting pallbearers Let a chorus girl sing me a song Put a red [?] we raise Hallelujah as we go along Well Well folks, now that you have heard my story Say, boy, hand me another shot of that rye If anyone should ask you Tell them I've got some of those St. James Infirmary blues