St. James Infirmary Blues — текст песни (The White Stripes)

Folks, 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, God bless her,

Wherever she may be,

She will search this wide world over,

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.

Folks, now that you have heard my story,

Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;

If anyone should ask you,

Tell `em I`ve got those St. James Infirmary blues.

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