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 it go, let it 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
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
An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers
Let a chorus girl sing me a song
Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along
Folks, now that you have heard my story
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you
You just tell 'em I’ve got those St. James Infirmary blues
This is his 2nd best version as wonderful as it is. The best is embedded in Fleischer's "Snow White" with Betty Boop. The vocal treatment is very similar but slower and more effective in the cartoon. The visuals are also amazing. This version does have fine solos. Thanks for the upload.
I went down to St James Infirmary Saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table So cold, so sweet, so sweet, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can search this whole wide world over She won't ever find another man like me When I die, bury me in straight laced shoes, A box backed suit and a Stetson hat Put a 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain; So the boys'll know I died standin' pa
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 it go, let it go, god bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search this whole wide world over
But she'll never find another sweet man like me
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
An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers
Let a chorus girl sing me a song
Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along
Folks, now that you have heard my story
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you
You just tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues
This song was a little too hot for the censors and was banned from many radio stations in 1931, perhaps because it talks about death. I hate censorship!!! I found my Brunswick copy in 1992 and a much better one later on. Cab sure made a name for himself at a very young age (he was only 23 when this song hit the charts)
It gives me such a weird Feeling to see pictures of a guy whos music you actually like from young to old and that while hes he's coming from a whole other time like this was literally the damn 30s. I find this so fascinating.
Rest inp peace cab.
