Just can get enoughUp that freaky funky beat

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 beYou 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 shoesA 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 goLet my Baby go, go, go
Let my Baby go !

Traditional arranged by :
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

All my trials Lord, Soon be over

Verse 1
I had a little book, it was given to me
And on every page, selles Liberty
All my trials Lord Soon be over

Verse 2
If religion was a thing that money could buy
The rich would live, and the poor would die
All my trials Lord Soon be over

Bridge
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind.
All my trials Lord.
Soon be over

Verse 3
If Malcolm and Martin were living today
They’d look around, what would they say
All my trials Lord Soon be over

Bridge
Too late my brothers too late
But never mind
All my trials Lord Soon be over
All my trials Lord Soon be over

Traditional arranged by
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau