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St James Infirmary

Ramblin Jack Elliott

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			 St. James Infirmary - Ramblin' Jack Elliott
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Tabbed by:Travis
Email:desolationrow128@aim.com
Tuning:Standard

This is an old jazz tune done by Louis Armstrong in the 20's, this is Ramblin  Jack 
folk version with Dave Van Ronk, a fine duet and a great tune.


Am             E         Am
It was down in Old Joe's bar-room,
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on the corner by the square,
    Am    E            Am
the usual crowd was assembled
    F          E        Am
and big Joe Mckenny was there.


Am              E     Am
He was standing at my shoulder,
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his eyes were bloodshot red,
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he turned to the crowd around him
              F    E        Am
these are the very words he said...wad he say Jack?


Am                 E           Am
I went down to the St. James Infirmary
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I saw my baby there,
        Am             E          Am
she was layed out on a cold white table,
   F        E         Am
so cold, so white, so fair.

CHORUS:

Am                  E       Am
Let her go, let her go, god bless her
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wherever she may be,
        Am          E          Am
she may search this wide world over,
             F            E        Am
she'll never find a sweet man like me.


Am          E      Am
When I die, bury me,
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in a high top Stetson hat,
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put a 20 dollar goldpiece on my watch chain,
   F           E             Am
so god know I died standing pat.


Am           E                Am
I want 6 crapshooters for pallbearers,
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chorus gonna sing me a song,
      Am        E            Am
put a jazz band on my hearse wagon,
      F        E      Am
raise hell, as I roll along.


CHORUS

Am            E            Am
Roll out your rubber tired carriage
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roll out your old time hack,
Am     E            Am
12 men going to the graveyard and,
F  E      Am
11 coming back


Am            E       Am
Now that I've told my story,
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I'll take another shot of booze,
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and if anyone should happen to ask me,
  F          E         Am
I got those, gambler's blues.

CHORUS