St. James Infirmary - Ramblin' Jack Elliott
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Tabbed by:Travis
Email:desolationrow128@aim.com
Tuning:Standard

This is an old jazz tune done by Louis Armstrong in the 20's, this is Ramblin  Jack 
folk version with Dave Van Ronk, a fine duet and a great tune.


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It was down in Old Joe's bar-room,
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on the corner by the square,
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the usual crowd was assembled
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and big Joe Mckenny was there.


Am              E     Am
He was standing at my shoulder,
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his eyes were bloodshot red,
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he turned to the crowd around him
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these are the very words he said...wad he say Jack?


Am                 E           Am
I went down to the St. James Infirmary
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I saw my baby there,
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she was layed out on a cold white table,
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so cold, so white, so fair.

CHORUS:

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Let her go, let her go, god bless her
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wherever she may be,
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she may search this wide world over,
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she'll never find a sweet man like me.


Am          E      Am
When I die, bury me,
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in a high top Stetson hat,
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put a 20 dollar goldpiece on my watch chain,
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so god know I died standing pat.


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I want 6 crapshooters for pallbearers,
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chorus gonna sing me a song,
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put a jazz band on my hearse wagon,
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raise hell, as I roll along.


CHORUS

Am            E            Am
Roll out your rubber tired carriage
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roll out your old time hack,
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12 men going to the graveyard and,
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11 coming back


Am            E       Am
Now that I've told my story,
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I'll take another shot of booze,
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and if anyone should happen to ask me,
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I got those, gambler's blues.

CHORUS