Verse 1

Well, I’m going down to the St. James Infirmary,

to see my baby there

She was all stretched out,

on a long white table

So sweet, so cold, so bare

Verse 2

Let her go, go !
Ahh, my little Baby, Where ever she can be
You may search this whole world all over

But she’d never find a sweet man like me

Verse 3

Now, when I die, bury me in Stetson shoes
A Stetson coat, and a Stetson hat

And put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain

So the cats know, that I died fat

Ad Lib

St. James Infirmary, where can my baby be ?

It’s just at St. James Infirmary, yeah

Let my baby go, let my baby go
Let my Baby go, go, go

Let my Baby go !

Traditional arranged by :

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Now we know this feeling we won't ever let it go,
Now we know this feeling we won't ever let it go,
Give me all you've got,
Give me all you've got,
Give me all you've got,
Give me all you've got.

Honey, times have changed,
We've both been trying,
But it’s time to move on.

The good times, they're not the same,
Maybe baby those good times,
Have been and gone?

In the good old days when life was easy,
We'd be making music all night long,
But honey, times have changed.

In the good old days when life was easy,
In the good old days when we were young,
Waking in the morning, bright ‘n breezy,
We'd be making sweet sweet music,
All night long.

Honey, times have changed.

Chorus

Take this hammer and carry it to the captain

Take this hammer and carry it to the captain

Take this hammer and carry it to the captain

An’ Tell him I’m gone

Tell him I’m gone

Verse 1

If he ask you was I runnin’

If he ask you was I runnin’

If he ask you was I runnin’

Tell him I was flyin’

Tell him I was flyin’

If he ask you was I laughin’

If he ask you was I laughin’

If he ask you was I laughin’

Tell him I was cryin’

Tell him I was cryin’

Chorus

Take this hammer carry it to the captain

Take this hammer carry it to the captain

Take this hammer carry it to the captain

Tell him I’m gone

Tell him I’m gone

Verse 2

I don’t want no green back dollar

I don’t want no green back dollar

I don’t want no green back dollar

It hurts my pride

It hurts my pride

Chorus

Take this hammer carry it to the captain

Take this hammer carry it to the captain

Take this hammer carry it to the captain

Tell him I’m gone

Tell him I’m gone

Take this hammer carry it to the captain

Tell him I’m gone

Tell him I’m gone

Traditional arranged by
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Verse 1

From this valley they say you are going

We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile

For they say you are taking the sunshine

That has brightened my pathway awhile

Verse 2

Come and sit by my side if you love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

Just remember the Red River Valley

And the cowboy who loves you so true

Verse 3

Won’t you think of the valley you’re leaving

O how lonesome, how sad it will be?

O think of the fond heart you’re breaking

Every grief you are causing to me.

Verse 4

Come and sit by my side if you love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

Just remember the Red River Valley

And the cowboy who loves you so true

And the cowboy who loves you so true

Traditional arranged by :

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Verse 1

Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee

I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see

It rained all night the day I left

The weather it was dry

Sun so hot I froze to death

Susanna, don't you cry

Chorus

Oh, Susanna

Don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee

Verse 2

I had a dream the other night

When everything was still

I dreamed I saw my girl Susanne

She was coming around the hill

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth

A tear was in her eye

I said I come from Dixie girl

Suzanna, don't you cry

Chorus

Oh, Susanna

Now, don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with the banjo on my knee

Yeah Oh, Susanna

Now, don't you cry for me

‘Cause I come from Alabama with this banjo on my knee

Words & Music by Stephen Foster (D.P)

Arrangement by

Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau