Biography:
Cabell "Cab" Calloway III (December 25, 1907 – November 18, 1994) was a jazz singer, bandleader, composer and actor. He was strongly associated with the Cotton Club in Harlem, New York City, where he was a regular performer.
Calloway was a master of energetic scat singing and led one of the United States' most popular big bands, Cab Calloway and his Orchestra, from the start of the 1930s through to the late 1940s. Calloway's band featured performers including trumpeters Dizzy Gillespie and Doc Cheatham
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Intro
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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 drinks were served as usual
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And the usual crowd were there
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On my left stood big Joe McKennedy
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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 were the very words he said
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I went down to St. James Infirmary
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To see my baby there;
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She was stretched out on a long, white table
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So pale, so cold, so fair
Chorus
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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 whole world over
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And never find a man as sweet as me
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When I die please bury me
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In my high-top Stetson hat
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Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
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So the gang'll know I died standing pat
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I wat six crap shooters for pall bearers
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Six pretty girls to sing me a song
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Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
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To raise hell as we stroll along
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And now that you have heard my story
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I'll have another shot of booze;
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And if anybody happens to ask you
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I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
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Dm A7 Dm
It was down in old Joe's bar-room,
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On the corner by the square
Dm A7 Dm
The drinks were served as usual
Bb7 A7 Dm A7
And the usual crowd were there
Dm A7 Dm
On my left stood big Joe McKennedy
Dm Gm Dm A7
His eyes were bloodshot red
Dm A7 Dm
He turned to the crowd around him
Bb7 A7 Dm A7
These were the very words he said
Dm A7 Dm
I went down to St. James Infirmary
Dm Gm Dm A7
To see my baby there;
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She was stretched out on a long, white table
Bb7 A7 Dm A7
So pale, so cold, so fair
Chorus
Dm A7 Dm
Let her go, let her go, god bless her
Dm Gm Dm A7
Wherever she may be
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She may search this whole world over
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And never find a man as sweet as me
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When I die please bury me
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In my high-top Stetson hat
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Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
Bb7 A7 Dm A7
So the gang'll know I died standing pat
Dm A7 Dm
I wat six crap shooters for pall bearers
Dm Gm Dm A7
Six pretty girls to sing me a song
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Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
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To raise hell as we stroll along
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And now that you have heard my story
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I'll have another shot of booze;
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And if anybody happens to ask you
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I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
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