Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams
Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me
Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen
To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin when The Saints go marching in
By the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans I'll be there
I'll drink you under the table, be red nose, go for walks
The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so well, meet me at the old saloon
Make sure there's a Dixie Moon, New Orleans I'll be there
And deal the cards, roll the dice, if it ain't that ole Chuck E. Weiss
And Clayborn avenue me and you, Sam Jones and all
And I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams
Arm in arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me
New Orleans I'll be there
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