THOSE GAMBLING BLUES
ST. JAMES INFIRMARY

I went down to the Royal Mail bar room
Not too far from the centre of town
Well, the drinks they were served as usual
And thr usual crowd was around.

On my left stood Joe McKennedy
His eyes were blood shot and red,
And he turned to the crowd around him
And these were the very words he said:

"I went down to Leicester Royal Infirmary,
Saw my baby lying there;
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So sweet, so cold, and so bare.
(Drums to emphasize this line)

Oh, let her go, let her go, God bless me
Yes, wherever she may be
'Cause you can search this wide world over
And you'll never find a loving man like me.

Oh, when I die, won't you bury me
In a high-topped Stetson hat;
Put a gold chain in my watch fob
So the gang know that I died standing pat.

I want six gamblers to be my pall barers (sic!)
I want six women to sing me a song
We'll put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
And we'll raise hell as we go along.

Now that you've heard my story
Won't you take another shot of booze
And if anybody thinks to ask me
I'll tell them I've got those gambling blues.

Found on Google, unattributed. Probably by some English musician. I doubt that a "High topped Stetson" (whatever that is) fits his English locale. Centre is spelled in the English way. Does this represent the return of the song to England in debased form?
Gambling blues