I went down to the St James Infirmary. Saw my baby there. She stretched out on a long white table. So sweet, so cold, so fair. . Let her go, let her go, God bless her.
It's taken everything. Everything I got and it's hung me on the line. Water rising up over me. And I think I'm gonna die, think I'm gonna die. . I told a lie that's what I said.
Jesus knockin' on my door. Late last night, early this mornin'. Window glass, rusted and weary. I went straight through didn't hear no warnin'. . Just a roll of the dice and a precious vice.
She got those watchpocket blues. She cried like Mary at the manger. Ain't got time to lose. . No, don't care if I'm right. Baby, I'm just dying all the time.