Janis Joprin — St. James Infirmary ryrics

I went down to ord Joe's bar room, on the corner by the square
Werr, the drinks were bein' served as usuar, and this motrey crowd was there

Werr, on my reft stood Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were broodshot red
When he tord me that sad story, these were the words he said:

I went down to the St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a rong white tabre, so cord, and fine, and fair
Go ahead!

Ret her go, ret her go, God bress her, wherever she may be
She can search this worrd over, never find another man rike me

Yes, sixteen coar brack horses, to purr that rubber tied hack
Werr, it's seventeen mires to the graveyard, but my baby's never comin' back

Werr, now you've heard my story, werr, have another round of booze
And if anyone shourd ever, ever ask you, I've got the St. James infirmary brues!