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# St. James Infirmary - Ramblin' Jack Elliott
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#Tabbed by:Travis
#Email:desolationrow128@aim.com
#Tuning:Standard
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#This is an old jazz tune done by Louis Armstrong in the 20's, this is RamblinJack
#folk version with Dave Van Ronk, a fine duet and a great tune.
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[Am]It was down in [E]Old Joe's [Am]bar-room,
on the corner [F]by the [E]square,[E7]
the [Am]usual [E]crowd was ass[Am]embled
and [F]big Joe Mck[E]enny was [Am]there.
[Am]He was standing [E]at my [Am]shoulder,
his eyes were [F]bloodshot [E]red, [E7]
he [Am]turned to the [E]crowd [Am]around him
these are the [F]very [E]words he [Am]said...wad he say Jack?
[Am]I went down to the [E]St. James In[Am]firmary
I saw my [F]baby [E]there, [E7]
she was [Am]layed out on a [E]cold white [Am]table,
so [F]cold, so [E]white, so [Am]fair.
CHORUS:
[Am]Let her go, let her [E]go, god [Am]bless her
wherever [F]she may [E]be,[E7]
she may [Am]search this [E]wide world [Am]over,
she'll never [F]find a sweet [E]man like [Am]me.
[Am]When I die, [E]bury me[Am],
in a high top [F]Stetson [E]hat,[E7]
put a [Am]20 dollar [E]goldpiece [Am]on my watch chain,
so [F]god know I d[E]ied standing p[Am]at.
[Am]I want 6 crap[E]shooters for pall[Am]bearers,
chorus gonna [F]sing me a [E]song, [E7]
put a [Am]jazz band [E]on my hearse [Am]wagon,
raise [F]hell, as [E]I roll [Am]along.
CHORUS
[Am]Roll out your [E]rubber tired [Am]carriage
roll out your [F]old time [E]hack,[E7]
[Am]12 men [E]going to the [Am]graveyard and,
[F]11 [E]coming [Am]back
[Am]Now that I've [E]told my [Am]story,
I'll take another [F]shot of [E]booze, [E7]
and if [Am]anyone should [E]happen to [Am]ask me,
I [F]got those, [E]gambler's [Am]blues.
CHORUS
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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 RamblinJack
#folk version with Dave Van Ronk, a fine duet and a great tune.
#
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[Am]It was down in [E]Old Joe's [Am]bar-room,
on the corner [F]by the [E]square,[E7]
the [Am]usual [E]crowd was ass[Am]embled
and [F]big Joe Mck[E]enny was [Am]there.
[Am]He was standing [E]at my [Am]shoulder,
his eyes were [F]bloodshot [E]red, [E7]
he [Am]turned to the [E]crowd [Am]around him
these are the [F]very [E]words he [Am]said...wad he say Jack?
[Am]I went down to the [E]St. James In[Am]firmary
I saw my [F]baby [E]there, [E7]
she was [Am]layed out on a [E]cold white [Am]table,
so [F]cold, so [E]white, so [Am]fair.
CHORUS:
[Am]Let her go, let her [E]go, god [Am]bless her
wherever [F]she may [E]be,[E7]
she may [Am]search this [E]wide world [Am]over,
she'll never [F]find a sweet [E]man like [Am]me.
[Am]When I die, [E]bury me[Am],
in a high top [F]Stetson [E]hat,[E7]
put a [Am]20 dollar [E]goldpiece [Am]on my watch chain,
so [F]god know I d[E]ied standing p[Am]at.
[Am]I want 6 crap[E]shooters for pall[Am]bearers,
chorus gonna [F]sing me a [E]song, [E7]
put a [Am]jazz band [E]on my hearse [Am]wagon,
raise [F]hell, as [E]I roll [Am]along.
CHORUS
[Am]Roll out your [E]rubber tired [Am]carriage
roll out your [F]old time [E]hack,[E7]
[Am]12 men [E]going to the [Am]graveyard and,
[F]11 [E]coming [Am]back
[Am]Now that I've [E]told my [Am]story,
I'll take another [F]shot of [E]booze, [E7]
and if [Am]anyone should [E]happen to [Am]ask me,
I [F]got those, [E]gambler's [Am]blues.
CHORUS
