Karaoké St. James Infirmary - The Bridge City Sinners

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de St. James Infirmary rendu célèbre par The Bridge City Sinners

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Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo : variable (environ 118 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : Lam

La chanson commence a cappella

Durée : 04:19 - Extrait à : 01:44

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Date de sortie : 2016
Styles : Folk, En anglais
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Greg Dulli, Mark Lanegan

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Paroles St. James Infirmary

Well I went down to St. James' Infirmary and I saw my baby there
She was laid out on that long white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair
Well I went up to see the doctor
She's feelin' very low he said
Well I went back to see my baby and good God she was lyin' there dead
So let her go, let her go
God bless her soul wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over and never find a motherfucker like me
Well I went down to Old Joe's Ballroom
On the corner down by the square
They were servin' drinks as usual and all the usual folks were there
Well to my left stood Old Joe McKennedy
His eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned to the crowd in front of him and these were the very words that he said
He said Let her go, let her go
God bless her soul wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over and never find a motherfucker like me
So when I die won't you bury me in my high-top Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain so the devil knows
I died standin' pat
Six gamblers to carry my coffin with chorus girls to sing me a song
Put a jazz band on the horse wagon to raise Hell as we roll along
So bring out the rubber tied carridge
Go ahead and bring out the pony and drive
Twelve men goin' down to that graveyard
Only eleven of them ever comin' back
So let her go, let her go
God bless her soul wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over and never find a motherfucker like me
So now they've heard my story
Well let's buy another round of booze
And if anyone ever should ask you
I got the St. James' Infirmary blues

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