Make sure those here knocking yo half a devil (half a devil...)
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Make sure those here knocking yo half a devil (half a devil...)
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I'm going down to St. James Infirmary
See, my baby there
She's stretched out on a long, white table
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair
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Let her go, let her go, oh, bless her
Wherever she may be
She will search this wide world over
But she'll never find another sweet man like me
Now when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches
Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So, you can let all the boys know I died standing pat
And give me six crap shooting pall bearers
Let a chorus girl sing me a song
Put a red-hot jazz band at the top of my head
So, we can raise Hallelujah as we go along
Folks, now that you have heard my story
Say, boy, hand me over another shot of that booze
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And give me six crap shooting pallbearers
And give me six crap shooting pallbearers
And give me six crap shooting pallbearers
And give me six crap shooting pallbearers