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

THE STEELWORKER

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Hip Hop perched up on a beam
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as I seem
Sitting on a cloud
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! Up to the next floor.

Working for my pay
Like any other guy
Just another day
For cowboys in the sky

Down there tryin’ to make a buck
I ran out of luck
Man I hardly got to eat
Just a bum on the street
Up here I’m the guy to meet
I’m mister Rockefeller

Hip Hop sitting on a cloud
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as a clam
Betcha life I am
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! We’re going up
Up to the top floor.