I Wish I Was In New Orleans

Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see 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' And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be there I'll drink you under the table, be a red-nosed, go for walks The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice And wear the dress I like so well, and meet me at the old saloon Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, New Orleans, I'll be there And deal the cards, roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E Weiss And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and all And I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see in my dreams Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me New Orleans, I'll be there