Gambler's Blues-Dave Van Ronk

Gambler's Blues - Dave Van Ronk It was down my houl Joe's bar room On a corner of the square They were serving drinks as usual And the usual crowd was there On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy His eyes were bloodshot red He Turned to the crowd around him These are the very words he said I went down to that St-James Infirmary Saw my baby there Stretched out on a long white table So sweet so cold so fair Let her go let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over Never find a sweet man like me When I die please bury me In my high-top Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch-chain So God to know I died standing pat I want six crapshooters for pallbearers A chorus girl to sing me a song Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon To raise hell as I stroll along Let her go let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over Never find a sweet man like me When Now that I've told my story Well I'll take an other shot of booze And if anyone to ask you Well I've got those gamblers blues