I hear the Armstrong lyrics as follows:
I went down to St. James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
Decked out on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so fair.
* * *
When I die I want you to dress me in strait-laced shoes
[In my?] black coat and Stetson hat
With a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know I died standing pat.
I may have a recording of this at home and will listen more closely if I do.
(also a long-time fan of the Red Hot Jazz site)