St. James Infirmary

[Verse 1]
I went down to the St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there
He was stretched on a long white table
He was so sweet
So cool, so fair

[Verse 2]
They sent for me at sundown
Sayin’ “Girl, you’d better get here fast
Your baby was out on the picket
And he fell in a shotgun blast”

[Verse 3]
My baby was real strong-minded
They called him a freedom son
At Selma, Chicago, and Memphis
He sent them bullies, he sent them all around

[Verse 4]
Over there in waiting room seven
We cried till our eyes were red
Then one of the brothers, he touched me
And these
These are the words he said

[Verse 5]
"Well let him go, let him go and God bless him
Cause now he’s on the wing
And it’s just like those two Kennedy boys
It’s just like
Like Martin Luther King"

[Vere 6]
Now that is the end of my story
That’s all I had, too
And if anyone should ask you just tell them
I’ve got those
I’ve got those St. James Infirmary blues
Infirmary blues
Infirmary blues