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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
Well he turned to the crowd around him
These are the very words he said
I went down to that St-James Infirmary
I 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
My God 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
I'll take another shot of booze
And if anyone to happen to ask you
Well I've got those gamblers blues
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
