ukulele
                 
Inst verse (harp then bass) 

[Am]It was down in  
[E7]Old Joe's  
[Am]bar-room, 

on the corner  
[F7]by the  
[E7]square, 

the  
[Am]usual  
[E7]crowd was a 
[Am]ssembled 

and  
[F7]big Joe Mc 
[E7]kenny was  
[Am]there. 

[Am]He was standing  
[E7]at my  
[Am]shoulder, 

his eyes were  
[F7]bloodshot  
[E7]red, 

he  
[Am]turned to the  
[E7]crowd  
[Am]around him 

these are the  
[F7]very  
[E7]words he  
[Am]said...wad he say Jack? 

[Am]I went down to the  
[E7]St. James In 
[Am]firmary 

I saw my  
[F7]baby  
[E7]there, 

she was  
[Am]layed out on a  
[E7]cold white  
[Am]table, 

so  
[F7]cold, so  
[E7]white, so  
[Am]fair. 

CHORUS: 

[Am]Let her go, let her  
[E7]go, god  
[Am]bless her 

wherever  
[F7]she may  
[E7]be, 

she may  
[Am]search this  
[E7]wide world  
[Am]over, 

she'll never  
[F7]find a  
[E7]sweet man like  
[Am]me. 

Inst harp etc. 

[Am]When I die,  
[E7]bury  
[Am]me, 

in a high top  
[F7]Stetson  
[E7]hat, 

put a  
[Am]twenty dollar  
[E7]goldpiece on my  
[Am]watch chain, 

so  
[F7]god know I  
[E7]died standing  
[Am]pat. 

[Am]I want six crap 
[E7]shooters for pall 
[Am]bearers, 

A chorus gonna  
[F7]sing me a  
[E7]song, 

put a  
[Am]jazz band  
[E7]on my hearse  
[Am]wagon, 

raise  
[F7]hell, as  
[E7]I roll  
[Am]along. 

CHORUS 

[Am]Roll out your  
[E7]rubber tired  
[Am]carriage 

roll out your  
[F7]old time  
[E7]hack, 

[Am]Twelve men  
[E7]going to the  
[Am]graveyard and, 

[F7]Eleven  
[E7]coming  
[Am]back 

[Am]Now that I've  
[E7]told my  
[Am]story, 

I'll take another  
[F7]shot of  
[E7]booze, 

and if  
[Am]anyone should  
[E7]happen to  
[Am]ask me, 

I  
[F7]got those,  
[E7]gambler's  
[Am]blues. 

CHORUS 

Outro bass