It serves me right to suffer, it serves me right to be alone

It serves me right to suffer (this way), it serves me right to be alone

You see I’m living in the memory of a day that has passed and gone

Everytime I see a woman, you know, it makes me think about mine

Everytime I see a woman it makes me think about mine

You see I’m living in the memory of a woman I’ve left behind

My doctor put me on milk, cream and alcohol 

My doctor wrote me a description for milk, cream and alcohol

My nerve was so bad I couldn’t sleep the night at all

It serves me right to suffer, it serves me right to be alone
It serves me right to suffer, it serves me right to be alone

Now I’m living in the memory of a woman that has passed and gone 

I went down to old Joe’s bar room on the corner by the square;

They were servin’ the drinks as usual and the usual crowd was there.

On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, his eyes blood-shot red.

He turned to the crowd around him, these are the words he said:

I went down to the St. James Infirm’ry to see my baby there.

She was lyin’ on a white long table, so sweet, so cool, so fair.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her wherever she may be.

She may search this whole wide world over, he’ll never find a man like me.