Doc Watson - St James Infirmary, аккорды

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It was down in Old Joe's bar-room, 
              
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on the corner by the square, 
    
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the usual crowd was assembled 
     
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and big Joe Mckenny was there. 
 
 
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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 
              
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these are the very words he said... (wad he say Jack?) 
 
 
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I went down to the St. James Infirmary 
          
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I saw my baby there, 
        
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she was laid out on a cold white table, 
    
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so cold, so pale, so fair. 
 
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Let her go, let her go, god bless her 
          
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wherever she may be, 
        
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she may search this wide world over, 
              
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she'll never find a sweeter man than me. 
 
 
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When I die, please 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, 
    
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so god know I died standing pat. 
 
 
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I want 6 crap shooters for pall bearers, 
             
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chorus gonna sing me a song, 
      
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put a jazz band on my hearse wagon,to 
      
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raise hell, as I roll along. 
 
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Let her go, let her go, god bless her 
          
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wherever she may be, 
        
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she may search this wide world over, 
              
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she'll never find a sweeter man than me. 
 
 
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Roll out your rubber tired carriage 
              
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roll out your old time hack, 
 
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12 men going to the graveyard and only 
 
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11 coming back 
 
 
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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, 
   
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I got those, gambler's blues. 
 
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Let her go, let her go, god bless her 
          
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wherever she may be, 
        
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she may search this wide world over, 
              
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she'll never find a sweeter man than me.