St. James Infirmary - Cassandra Wilson

Well, folks, I’m goin' down to St. James Infirmary

See my little baby there

She’s stretched out on a long, white table

Well, she looks so good, so cold, so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her

Wherever she may be

You may search this whole wide world over

But you’ll never find another sweetheart like me, yeah

Take apart your bones and put 'em back together

Tell your mama that you’re somebody new

Feel the breeze blowin', tell 'em all «Look out, here it comes»

Now I can say whatever I feel like to you

Then get me six craps-shootin' pallbearers

Let a chorus girl sing me a song

Put a red-hot jazz band at the top so that we can raise

Hallelujah as we go along, well

Well, folks, now that you have heard my story

Say, boy, hand me another shot of that rye

And if anyone else should ask you

Just tell 'em I’ve got some of those St. James Infirmary blues