It was down by old Joe’s barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table
So sweet, cool and so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
The gang’ll know I died standing pat
Let her go, let her go God bless her
Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me
I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Raise hell as I stroll along
Let her go Let her go God bless her
Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide
World over
She’ll never find a sweeter
Man as me
As an old trombonist who bought his first trombone in 1951 Jack was my first influence in playing jazz, never got to his excellence level but over the years have played some great stuff with various local groups, still play today so thank you Jack.
My man has just passed away. He was a trombone player inspired by this man and j j Johnson. For him I play this letting a tear fall and remembering all the happy times together
Jack Teagarden played at the Free Trade Hall in Manchester in the early 60s. I hitchhiker from the Midlands and I have never forgotten the experience. The memories!!