Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... St. James Infirmary.
I WENT DOWN to St. James Infirmary. I went DOWN to see my babee die. I gotta lonesome GIG, nobody wanna hold my hand and it-s cold and windy, maybe, like death should be for the one U love.
Nobody can PICK HER UP, nobody can pick up Me. Everyone-s sombre, dressed in black. Nobody, nobody, but SHE.
I went down to S.J.I. All the kids R on Cell=phones. She used to ROAR, sing in them St. Louis nightclubs, not that THESE little rascals were old enough to be around. Her peers tremble and scatter. Cakes and Ale at Aunt Jossee on Grant, after the last breath.
I went down...to SAY GOODBYE, hold her hand, her lips a-tremble, no-one to tell or see. And all her past Lovers, bartenders, promoters, fans, her concert life of Make-believe passes into another dream. Sweet dream my Love. Sweet dream Louise!
In my hand she expired.
I went down to St. James Infirmary. I went down to see my babee die.
c2019. davedelacroix.
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