EL TEMA DE L A SEMANA - Louis Armstrong y sus Hot Five - Saint James Infirmary Blues

Un viejo blues, de autor anónimo, en una curiosa versión de los Hot Five, donde no canta Armstrong, sino Kid Ory, quien tiene a su cargo también el magnífico solo de trombón introductorio. Luego Lill Armstrong, buena pianista, en un breve pasaje, y el final de Armstrong con trompeta asordinada.

Como siempre, la letra para quienes gusten acompañar:

SAINT JAMES INFIRMARY BLUES
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.

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.