I Wish I Was in New Orleans

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