it was down in old joe s barroom on the corner by the square the usual crowd was assembled and big joe mckinney 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 i went down to the st james infirmary i saw my baby there she s laid out on a cold white table so so cold so white so fair chorus 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 oh when i die bury me in my high top stetson hat put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain god ll know i died standin pat i want six crap shooters for pall bearers chorus girl to 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 hat twelve men going to the graveyard and eleven coming back now that i ve told my story i ll take another shot of booze and if anyone should happen to ask you i ve got those gamblers blues