Après décodage :
Chanabous --> shot of booze
gun_blous blues --> gambler's blues
Alleï j'avoue que c'était facile, ça vient de cette version très proche
It was down in old Joe's bar-room,
On a corner by the square,
The drinks were served as usual,
And the usual crowd was there.
On my left stood Joe McKinley,
His eyes were bloodshot red,
He turned to the crowd around him,
These were the very words he said:
I went down to the St. James Infirmary,
I saw my baby there,
Stretched out on a long white table,
So sweet, so cold, so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She could search this wide world over,
Never find a man as sweet as me.
When I die please bury me,
In my high-topped Stetson hat,
Put a gold-piece in my watch-fob,
So the gang'll know I died standin' pat.
I want six gamblers to be my pall-bearers,
Six women to sing me a song,
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon,
To raise hell as we roll along.
Now that you heard my story,
I'll take another shot of booze,
And if anyone happens to ask you,
Tell them I got those gambler's blues.