Old Joe’s Barroom

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I was down in Old Joe's Barroom A corner by the square The drinks were served as usual Well, a goodly crowd was there On the left stood Joe McKinsey His eyes all bloodshot red He gazed at the crowd about him Boys, this is what he said As I past St. James Infirmary I seen my good gal there She was all stretched out on a cold white table So cold, so sweet, so fair I may be killed on the ocean May be struck by a stray cannonball You can write in life's history That a woman was the cause of it all If I die, little woman, won't you bury me For my tombstone, write the letters in black Sayin', "There lays my hard workin' daddy Great God, won't you please bring him back" I work in these old coal mines Sundays and all night long Tryin' to provide for my wife and baby But now she's took it and gone Let her go, let her go, God bless her She's mine wherever she may be She may travel this whole world over She'll never find a pal like me Want eight easy dice-rollin' hustlers Four black-headed woman singin' song Fill my casket with moonshine whiskey So I can drink while the hearse rolls on Oh, now you've heard my story I'll take another shot of booze If anybody happens to ask you You can tell 'em I got the poker playin' blues
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