La canción es sensacional y la interpretación sublime pero... ¡qué bajón esa letra hermano! Un típico blues depre. Musicalmente lo más destacable es la intro de tres minutos. Eso sí: cuando el bueno de Huguito empieza a cantar se arruina la magia...
¡Te queremos igual, Hugh!
Autor: según las fuentes puede ser de origen anónimo o bien atribuible a Irving Mills. ¿Qui-lo-sa?
¡Te queremos igual, Hugh!
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| Con la boca cerrada gusta más. Porque te quiero te aporreo... |
Autor: según las fuentes puede ser de origen anónimo o bien atribuible a Irving Mills. ¿Qui-lo-sa?
Saint James Infirmary
Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.
Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers,
Let a chorus girl sing me a song.
Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along.
Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.
See my baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.
Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.
An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers,
Let a chorus girl sing me a song.
Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head
So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along.
Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.
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