Nick Drake's Jukebox

Got my baby dressed in white
Hey baby won't you stay the night
Cocaine all around my brain
Got my baby dressed in red
Hey baby won't you come to bed
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby won't you please come quick
This old cocaine's makin' me sick
Cocaine all around my brain
Got my baby dressed in green
Hey baby can't be seen
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby won't you please come quick
This old cocaine's makin' me sick
Cocaine all around my brain
Got my baby dressed in read
Hey baby won't you come to bed
Cocaine all around my brain

It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
The usual crowd was assembled
And big Joe McKinney was there.
He was standing at my shoulder.
His eyes were bloodshot red;
He turned to the crowd around him,
These are the very words he said:
"I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there,
She's laid out on a cold white table,
So so cold, so white, so fair."

[chorus]
"Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be
She may search this wide world over
She'll never find a sweet man like me."
Oh, when I die, bury me
In my high top Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
God'll know I died standin' pat.
I want six crap shooters for pall bearers.

[Chorus]

Girl to sing me a song.
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon.
Raise Hell as I roll along.
Roll out your rubber tired carriage,
Roll out your old time hat.
Twelve men going to the graveyard
And eleven coming back.
Now that I've told my story,
I'll take another shot of booze.
And if anyone should happen to ask you,
I've got those gamblers' blues.

Sick at heart and lonely, deep in dark despair
When you want her only, tell me where is she where?
And if she says to you, that she don't love me
Just give her my message, tell her of my plea
And I know, if I could have her back again, I would never make her sad
I got a heart full of soul I got a heart full of soul
She's been gone such a long time, longer than I can bear
But if she says she wants me, tell her I'll be there

And I know, if I could have her back again, I would never make her sad
I got a heart full of soul I got a heart full of soul
Sick at heart and lonely, deep in dark despair
When you want her only, tell me where is she where?
And if she says to you, that she don't love me
Just give her my message, tell her of my plea
And I know, if I could have her back again, I would never make her sad
I got a heart full of soul I got a heart full of soul
I got a heart full of soul!

Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
Young land started growing
Young blood started flowing
I ain't marchin' anymore

For I've killed my share of Indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men lying, saw many more dying
But I ain't marchin' anymore

Well, it's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've done with the saber and the gun
Tell me was it worth it all?

For I stole California from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yeah, I even killed my brothers, so many others
But I ain't marchin' anymore

For I marched to the battles of the German trench
In war and I was bound to end all wars
Oh, I must have killed a million men
Now they want me back again
I ain't marchin' anymore

Yeah, it's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the poor who die
Now look how far we've come with the saber and the gun
Tell me was it worth it all?

For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
I set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore

'Cause I saw into the hearts of the President's men
I saw money pound like bodies on the floor
I saw tears traded for dead mens
Fears made for the buyin'