So, come on in momma and turn the lamp way down low. I was born under a bad sign and I been goin' down slow. I'm beggin' you, honey, cut out that off the wall jive. If you can't treat me no better, it's gotta be your funeral and my trial. Then,she jumped up and throwed a .44 pistol down on me. I screamed, "Stop breakin'down pretty mama, don't plug ol' Stackolee I should have quit you a long time ago- whoa, yeah, a long time ago. I was foolin' with ya baby, please don't put me on the killin' floor."C.C. Rider, drag my carcass down to the St. James Infirmary Take my bottom dollar from my pocket, steal my mojo away from me. All my lovin', all my money- she left me cold for that ramblin' rake. Lying here on this long white table, I'm not fattenin' no more frogs for snakes.
There's just two kind favors I'll ask you, kid, to do: See that my grave's kept clean and steer clear of Johnny Cocheroo. Cause when the black hearse left, it had two lights on behind. The red light was my baby and the blue light was my mind.
I wouldn't be here, my children