It was down in old Joe's barroom, on the corner by the square They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red And he looked at the gang around him, and these are the very words he said: I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table, So cold, so cool and fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can ramble this whole wide world over And never find another man like me Now when I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat Just put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain So the gang'll know I'm standing pat I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers And a pretty women to sing me a song Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon Just to raise hell as we stroll along And now that you've heard my story. I'll take another shot of booze. if any one should happen to ask you Well I've got the Gamblers Blues.