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For the next week, proceeds from Kimya Dawson’s albums on Bandcamp will go to the family of Charleena Lyles. St. James Infirmary Bridge City Sinners. Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. Lyrics to 'St. The fresh twist that they put on St. James Infirmary was nice, I think the roots are not exactly known, but Louis Armstrong made it popular recording it back in 1928, and Cab Calloway in 1933. The Bridge City Sinners The Bridge City Sinners. There just is this palpable awareness of the human condition that I've yet to find anywhere else. The Bridge City Sinners are a rowdy folksy mosaic of banjo, ukulele, saw, clarinet, guitar, upright bass, & boot stoppin' fever from Portland, Oregon. Read about St. James Infirmary from the Bridge City Sinners's Bridge City Sinners and see the artwork, lyrics and similar artists. She was laid out on that long white table, so sweet, so cold, so fair. Share your thoughts, experiences and the tales behind the art. Start the wiki. He said, "Let her go, let her go, God bless her soul. Send us their name. Do you know who is the songwriter? St. James Infirmary Bridge City Sinners. Are you sure you want to exit without saving your changes? Clyde And The Milltailersby Clyde and the Milltailers, Clyde is the Best the Bridge City Sinners, Every Last Dropby Tejon Street Corner Thieves.
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Javascript is required to view shouts on this page. Just coming back on here briefly to publicly announce my new account in case there were a few of you who might have been too shy to ask (I know I usually am). vistas 61. Well, I went down to St. James' Infirmary and I saw my baby thereShe was laid out on that long white table, so sweet, so cold, so fairWell, I went up to see the doctor: She's feeling very low –, he saidWell, I went back to see my babyAnd good God, she was lying there dead, So let her go, let her go, God bless her soulWherever she may beShe may search this whole wide world overAnd never find a motherfucker like me, Well, I went down to Old Joe's BallroomOn the corner down by the squareThey were serving drinks as usualAnd all the usual folks were there, Well, to my left stood Old Joe McKennedyHis eyes were bloodshot redAnd he turned to the crowd in front of himAnd these were the very words that he said, He said: Let her go, let her go, God bless her soulWherever she may beShe may search this whole wide world overAnd never find a motherfucker like me, So when I die won't you bury meIn my high-top Stetson hatPut a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chainSo the devil knows I died standing pat, Six gamblers to carry my coffinWith chorus girls to sing me a songPut a jazz band on the horse wagonTo raise Hell as we roll along, So bring out the rubber tied carridgeGo ahead and bring out the pony and driveTwelve men going down to that graveyardOnly eleven of them ever coming back, So now, they've heard my storyWell, let's buy another round of boozeAnd if anyone ever should ask youI got the St. James' Infirmary blues, Music begins with lyrics © 2003 - 2020, 2.9 millions of lyrics Made with love in Belo Horizonte - Brazil.