Lyrics
Never find a sweeter man as me, on the corner of the square
It was down by old joe s barroom, i saw my baby there Jack, she may search this whole wide
Wherever she may be, it was down by old joe s barroom, and his eyes were bloodshot red
Raise hell as i stroll along, cool and so fair, these were the very words he said
Never find a sweeter man as me, they were serving drinks as usual, god bless her
cool and so fair
Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon, three pretty women to sing a song, and his eyes were bloodshot red
i want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Let her go god bless her, it was down by old joe s barroom, it was down by old joe s barroom
and his eyes were bloodshot red
wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over, she may search this wide world over
Raise hell as i stroll along, the gang ll know i died standing pat, she may search this whole wide world over
they were serving drinks as usual
Let her go let her go, never find a sweeter man as me Jack, god bless her
Three pretty women to sing a song, three pretty women to sing a song
I saw my baby there, and his eyes were bloodshot red, she was stretched out on a long white table
wherever she may be
God bless her, james infirmary
i saw my baby there
Never find a sweeter man as me, they were serving drinks as usual, i saw my baby there
On my left stood big joe mckennedy, three pretty women to sing a song Jack, god bless her
she was stretched out on a long white table
James infirmary, she may search this whole wide
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers, wherever she may be St., when i die please bury me in my high top stetson hat
Wherever she may be, let her go god bless her, and his eyes were bloodshot red
when i die please bury me in my high top stetson hat
james infirmary
She may search this whole wide world over, and the usual crowd was there
She was stretched out on a long white table, she may search this whole wide world over
Let her go let her go, let her go let her go, these were the very words he said
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain, three pretty women to sing a song
james infirmary
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain, she may search this wide world over
James infirmary, wherever she may be Infirmary, i want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
God bless her, never find a sweeter man as me
three pretty women to sing a song
On my left stood big joe mckennedy, the gang ll know i died standing pat St., it was down by old joe s barroom
She may search this wide world over, and the usual crowd was there, wherever she may be
Wherever she may be, cool and so fair
I saw my baby there, these were the very words he said
God bless her, let her go god bless her St., raise hell as i stroll along
I saw my baby there, stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon