For Amy.
Dm A Dm It was down to old Joe's barroom Gm A A7 On the corner by the square Dm A Dm The drinks they were served as usual Dm A Dm And the usual crowd was there On my left stood old Joe McKennedy His eyes were bloodshot red He turned 'round to face the barroom These are the words he said: I went down to St. James Infirmary To see my baby there She was lyin' on a long white table So cold, so white, so fair I went down to see the doctor "She's very low," he said I went back to see my baby And, Great god! She was dead Let her go, let her go, God rest her Wherever she may be She may search the whole world over She'll never find another man like me Now that's the end of my story Bartender, pour another round of booze And if anyone should ask you I've got the St. James Infirmary blues