St. James Infirmary (my version)

by Joe Primrose

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When will I  ev-er stop moan-in’
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When will I  ev-er smile?
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My ba-by went and left me,
-8 -8 -6  -9   8   -8  -6
She’ll be gone a long, long while.
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I feel so blue and heart-bro-ken,
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What am I liv-ing for?
7     7 -6 7  -7  -6
My ba-by went and left me,
-8 -8 -6  -8  -8   -8  -6
Nev-er to come back no more.
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I went down to St. James In-firm-‘ry
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Heard my ba- by groan,
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I felt so bro-ken heart-ed,
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She used to be my own.
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I tried to keep from cry-in’
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My heart felt just like lead,
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She was all I had to live for,
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I wished that it was me in-stead.
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Play two more times, then:

When I die I want you to dress me
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In straight lace shoes,
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Box back coat and a stet-son hat
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Put a twen-ty dol-lar gold piece
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On my watch chain, so the boy’s
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‘ll know that I died stand-ing   pat
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I play this song on a 14-hole diatonic, 
Not the Steve Baker model. It sounds OK
On a G harp.