St. James Infirmary
Ben Webster Lyrics


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It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said

I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So sweet, cool and so fair

Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me

When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat
Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
The gang'll know I died standing pat

Let her go, let her go God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
Never find a sweeter man as me

I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Three pretty women to sing a song
Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Raise hell as I stroll along

Let her go Let her go
God bless her
Wherever she may be
She may search this whole wide
World over




She'll never find a sweeter
Man as me

Overall Meaning

In Ben Webster's song, St. James Infirmary, the singer tells the story of how he went to St. James Infirmary and saw his lover lying dead on a white table. The pain in the man's heart is palpable as he asks God to bless his baby and to let her go, wherever she may be. He further states that she will never find a man sweeter than him, even if she searched the whole world over. He talks about his impending doom and how he wants to be buried in his high top Stetson hat and a twenty-dollar gold piece on his watch chain. Finally, he asks for six crapshooters to be his pallbearers, three pretty women to sing a song, and a jazz band to play on his hearse wagon as he is carried to his grave.


This song is a classic blues song that has been reinterpreted by many artists over the years. The song has a mournful and melancholic tone but it also exudes a sense of defiance at the inevitability of death. The singer seems to be living life on his own terms, embracing death when it comes, and making sure that his funeral is a wild party with music and pretty women. This song captures the essence of the blues, which is about acknowledging pain and hardships but finding beauty in them and celebrating life in all its aspects.


Line by Line Meaning

It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
The story took place at a bar called old Joe's situated on the corner of a square.


They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
When the story went down, the people at the bar were their typical kind, drinks were served as usual.


On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
Next to the writer was Big Joe whose eyes were reddened probably as a result of drinking too much.


And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
The writer says Joe looked in the people's direction and spoke these exact words.


I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there
The writer claimed to have visited St. James infirmary where they saw their lover dead at the hospital.


She was stretched out on a long white table, So sweet, cool and so fair
The lady was laid on a white table and looked beautiful, serene, and cold.


Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be
The writer bids their farewell to their loved one's soul by saying they should rest in peace wherever they are.


She may search this whole wide world over, Never find a sweeter man as me
The writer boasts that she won't find as great a lover as him, even if she searched the whole world.


When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat, Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain, The gang'll know I died standing pat
When the writer passes on, they ask to be buried wearing specific items as a mark of their personality and strength.


I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers, Three pretty women to sing a song, Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon, Raise hell as I stroll along
The writer demands that their funeral procession will be an unconventional party featuring six of their gambling buddies as pallbearers and several women singing a jazz song.




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Written by: JOE PRIMROSE, IRVING MILLS

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