Chords for St. James Infirmary Blues - easy chords strum guitar cover lesson with chords lyrics - mouth organ
Tempo:
112.7 bpm
Chords used:
Am
E
F
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Am] [E] It [Am]
[E] was down [E] in Old [Am] Joe's Barrow, on the corner [B] of Bison [E]
Square.
[Am] The usual [E] crowd would [Am]
assemble, [F] but Big Joe [E] Buckhany [Am] was there.
[E] [Am] He was standing [Em] at my [Am] shoulder, his eyes were [E] bloodshot red.
[Am] He turned [Em] to the crowd
[Am] around him, [F] these are the [E] very [Am] words he [E] said.
[Am] I went down to the St.
[E] James [Am] Infirmary, I saw my [E] baby there.
[A] She was laid [B] out on a cold [Am] white table, [F] so cold [E] so white [Am] so fair.
[E] [Am] Let her go, [E] let her go, God [Am] bless her, wherever [F] she [E] may be.
[A] She may search [E] this white [Am] world, but no, [F] she'll never find [E] a sweet man [Am] like me.
[E] For [A] that twenty [B] dollar gold piece [Am] on my watch chain, so God knows [F] I died standing [E]
fast.
[Am] When I [E] die, bury [Am]
me [F] in a high-top [E] [Am] Stetson house.
[E] [Am] Put a jazz [E] band on [Am] my hood wagon, raise hell [F] as I roll [E]
along.
[Am] I want six [E] craft shooters [Am] for all the barrels, [F] for [E] it's gonna sing [A] me a song.
[E] [Am] Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she [E] may be.
[Am] She may search this white world, but no, she'll [F] never find [B] a sweet man like [Am]
me.
[E] [Am] Twelve [B] men going to the [Am]
graveyard, eleven [F] coming [E]
back.
[Am] Roll out your [B] rubber tire, [Am]
carry a shoe, roll out [B] your old [Am] time hat.
[E] And [Am] if anyone [E] happens [Am] to, I got those [E] scattered blues.
[Am] Now [B] that I've told [Am] my story, I'm taking [B] another shot at [Am] the blues.
[E]
Let [Am] her go, [E] let her go, [Am] God bless her, wherever [F] she may [E] be.
She may [Am] search this white world, but no, she'll never find [E] a sweet man like [Am] me.
She'll never [E] find a sweet man [Am] like me.
No, [F] she'll never find a [B] sweet man like [Am] me.
[F] [Am]
[E] was down [E] in Old [Am] Joe's Barrow, on the corner [B] of Bison [E]
Square.
[Am] The usual [E] crowd would [Am]
assemble, [F] but Big Joe [E] Buckhany [Am] was there.
[E] [Am] He was standing [Em] at my [Am] shoulder, his eyes were [E] bloodshot red.
[Am] He turned [Em] to the crowd
[Am] around him, [F] these are the [E] very [Am] words he [E] said.
[Am] I went down to the St.
[E] James [Am] Infirmary, I saw my [E] baby there.
[A] She was laid [B] out on a cold [Am] white table, [F] so cold [E] so white [Am] so fair.
[E] [Am] Let her go, [E] let her go, God [Am] bless her, wherever [F] she [E] may be.
[A] She may search [E] this white [Am] world, but no, [F] she'll never find [E] a sweet man [Am] like me.
[E] For [A] that twenty [B] dollar gold piece [Am] on my watch chain, so God knows [F] I died standing [E]
fast.
[Am] When I [E] die, bury [Am]
me [F] in a high-top [E] [Am] Stetson house.
[E] [Am] Put a jazz [E] band on [Am] my hood wagon, raise hell [F] as I roll [E]
along.
[Am] I want six [E] craft shooters [Am] for all the barrels, [F] for [E] it's gonna sing [A] me a song.
[E] [Am] Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she [E] may be.
[Am] She may search this white world, but no, she'll [F] never find [B] a sweet man like [Am]
me.
[E] [Am] Twelve [B] men going to the [Am]
graveyard, eleven [F] coming [E]
back.
[Am] Roll out your [B] rubber tire, [Am]
carry a shoe, roll out [B] your old [Am] time hat.
[E] And [Am] if anyone [E] happens [Am] to, I got those [E] scattered blues.
[Am] Now [B] that I've told [Am] my story, I'm taking [B] another shot at [Am] the blues.
[E]
Let [Am] her go, [E] let her go, [Am] God bless her, wherever [F] she may [E] be.
She may [Am] search this white world, but no, she'll never find [E] a sweet man like [Am] me.
She'll never [E] find a sweet man [Am] like me.
No, [F] she'll never find a [B] sweet man like [Am] me.
[F] [Am]
Key:
Am
E
F
B
A
Am
E
F
_ _ [Am] _ _ [E] It [Am] _ _
_ [E] was down [E] in Old [Am] Joe's Barrow, _ on the corner [B] of Bison [E]
Square.
_ [Am] The usual [E] crowd would [Am]
assemble, _ [F] but Big Joe [E] Buckhany [Am] was there.
[E] _ [Am] He was standing [Em] at my [Am] shoulder, _ his eyes were [E] bloodshot red.
_ [Am] He turned [Em] to the crowd _
[Am] around him, _ [F] these are the [E] very [Am] words he [E] said.
[Am] I went down to the St.
[E] James [Am] Infirmary, _ I saw my [E] baby there.
_ [A] She was laid [B] out on a cold [Am] white table, _ _ [F] so cold [E] so white [Am] so fair.
[E] _ [Am] Let her go, [E] let her go, God [Am] bless her, _ wherever [F] she [E] may be.
_ [A] She may search [E] this white [Am] world, but no, _ [F] she'll never find [E] a sweet man [Am] like me.
[E] For [A] that twenty [B] dollar gold piece [Am] on my watch chain, so God knows [F] I died standing [E]
fast.
_ [Am] When I [E] die, bury [Am]
me _ [F] in a high-top [E] _ [Am] Stetson house.
[E] _ [Am] Put a jazz [E] band on [Am] my hood wagon, _ raise hell [F] as I roll [E]
along.
_ [Am] I want six [E] craft shooters [Am] for all the barrels, _ [F] for [E] it's gonna sing [A] me a song.
[E] _ [Am] Let her go, let her go, God bless her, _ wherever she [E] may be.
[Am] She may search this white world, but no, she'll [F] never find [B] a sweet man like [Am]
me.
[E] _ _ [Am] Twelve [B] men going to the [Am]
graveyard, _ _ eleven [F] coming [E]
back.
_ [Am] Roll out your [B] rubber tire, [Am]
carry a shoe, roll out [B] your old [Am] time hat.
[E] And [Am] if anyone [E] happens [Am] to, _ _ I got those [E] scattered blues. _
_ [Am] Now [B] that I've told [Am] my story, I'm taking [B] another shot at [Am] the blues.
[E]
Let [Am] her go, [E] let her go, [Am] God bless her, _ wherever [F] she may [E] be.
She may [Am] search this white world, but no, _ _ she'll never find [E] a sweet man like [Am] me. _ _
She'll never [E] find a sweet man [Am] like me.
No, [F] she'll never find a [B] sweet man like [Am] me. _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] was down [E] in Old [Am] Joe's Barrow, _ on the corner [B] of Bison [E]
Square.
_ [Am] The usual [E] crowd would [Am]
assemble, _ [F] but Big Joe [E] Buckhany [Am] was there.
[E] _ [Am] He was standing [Em] at my [Am] shoulder, _ his eyes were [E] bloodshot red.
_ [Am] He turned [Em] to the crowd _
[Am] around him, _ [F] these are the [E] very [Am] words he [E] said.
[Am] I went down to the St.
[E] James [Am] Infirmary, _ I saw my [E] baby there.
_ [A] She was laid [B] out on a cold [Am] white table, _ _ [F] so cold [E] so white [Am] so fair.
[E] _ [Am] Let her go, [E] let her go, God [Am] bless her, _ wherever [F] she [E] may be.
_ [A] She may search [E] this white [Am] world, but no, _ [F] she'll never find [E] a sweet man [Am] like me.
[E] For [A] that twenty [B] dollar gold piece [Am] on my watch chain, so God knows [F] I died standing [E]
fast.
_ [Am] When I [E] die, bury [Am]
me _ [F] in a high-top [E] _ [Am] Stetson house.
[E] _ [Am] Put a jazz [E] band on [Am] my hood wagon, _ raise hell [F] as I roll [E]
along.
_ [Am] I want six [E] craft shooters [Am] for all the barrels, _ [F] for [E] it's gonna sing [A] me a song.
[E] _ [Am] Let her go, let her go, God bless her, _ wherever she [E] may be.
[Am] She may search this white world, but no, she'll [F] never find [B] a sweet man like [Am]
me.
[E] _ _ [Am] Twelve [B] men going to the [Am]
graveyard, _ _ eleven [F] coming [E]
back.
_ [Am] Roll out your [B] rubber tire, [Am]
carry a shoe, roll out [B] your old [Am] time hat.
[E] And [Am] if anyone [E] happens [Am] to, _ _ I got those [E] scattered blues. _
_ [Am] Now [B] that I've told [Am] my story, I'm taking [B] another shot at [Am] the blues.
[E]
Let [Am] her go, [E] let her go, [Am] God bless her, _ wherever [F] she may [E] be.
She may [Am] search this white world, but no, _ _ she'll never find [E] a sweet man like [Am] me. _ _
She'll never [E] find a sweet man [Am] like me.
No, [F] she'll never find a [B] sweet man like [Am] me. _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _