I went down to the St. James Infirmary
So my baby there
She was stretched out on a long, white table.
So calm, so sweet, so sweet, so fare
Let it go, let it go,
God bless her
Wherever she may be She can search this whole wide world over
She woultn’t never going to find another man like me When I die, I bury me a straight lace shoes
A box back coat and a stetson hat
Put 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys goin’to know that I died standing pat
This shits DARRRRRRRRRRK because of the life of the man. that is real blues,it comes from places of brutal hardship and brutal times and cold unforgiving reiltiy.
1 song, 1 verse, a simple stanza, and you could die of the agonizingly exhilarating feeling it bestows. Melancholic, I could feel the blood running through my veins...yet, death ever so close...this music takes me somewhere I can’t tell.