I went down to the St. James Infirmary Find my baby there Stretched out on a long white table So sweet, so cold, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can search this wide world over She'll never find a sweet man like me Lord, I'm living the life of a gambler From a highbrow to the slum Lord I'm just a carefree rambler And I take everything as it comes Sometimes I'm sittin' pretty Sometimes I'm on the bust Lord ain't it a doggone pity I can't find no woman I can trust I got Diamonds on my hands now Good shoes on my feet And I always make it somehow And I keep my women off the street When I die, I want you to bury me in strait-lace shoes Box-back coat and a Stetson hat Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain So the boys'll know that I died standing pat