Well, I went down to Old Joe’s barroom
On the corner by the square
They were serving drinks as usual
And this motley crowd was there

Well, on my left stood Joe McKennedy
And his eyes were bloodshot red
And he told me this sad, sad story
These were the words he said

Well, I went down to St James Infirmary
I saw my baby there
She was laying on a long, white table
So cold, so fine, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
You can search this wide world over
Never find a sweet man like me

When I die, Lord bury me
In my high top Stetson hat
Put gold coins over my eyelid
So the boys’ll know I died standing pat

I want six crapshootin’ pallbearers
Six chorus girls sing me a song
Put a jazz band behind my hearse wagon
So we raise hell as we roll along

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
You can search this wide world over
Never find a sweet man like me

Well, now you’ve heard my story
Have another round of booze
And when they ask you what’s the matter
Tell them that I got the St James Blues

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
You can search this wide world over
Never find a sweet man like me

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
You can search this wide world over
Never find a sweet man like me
Never find a sweet man like me
Never find a sweet man like me