Текст песни The White Stripes — St.James Infirmary Blues
Folks,I'm goin'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.Let her go,let her go,God 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.Folks,now that you have heard my story,Say,boy,hand me another shot of that booze;If anyone should ask you,Tell 'em I've got those St.James Infirmary blues.
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